Sunday,
October 20, 2002
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macrobiotic food
Why the cow? So we could walk to it?
self-protrait in neigbhorhood shop window
"New things ar made familiar,
and familiar things are made new." |
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at home with the usual things What is my day's occupation? I call SuRu before eight and sugges a walk and walk out the door to go to her house. But it drizzling. It's not just just damp but actually raining. So I call it off. I sit around with sleepy, gummy eyes working at the computer on my journal. (Ever notice how people don't acknowledge that they spend time on the journal, even if they are the type of journal writer who both recounts every move they make and who obviously spends a lot of time preparing a page.) I make a list of things to do. It isn't very long. A 'thank you' note for my aunt. A couple of shopping possibilities from the ads. A call to try to get a credit for something from my errant ISP.
FFP suggest a macrobiotic place for brunch. He's been on a macrobiotic kick lately. Not very every meal or anything. Hence the brown rice he'd made. I don't know how this got started, but before I went on my road trip west I had made black beans and rice because I felt like something different. FFP has heard of the health benefits of such a diet from some individual testimonies. He tends to have short, white-hot enthusiasms. Me, too, I guess. Anyway, I find his interesting and I always learn a little something. Casa de Luz is more than a restaurant. It seems to be a community school and day care center. The Sunday brunch is twelve bucks. You serve yourself tea and then rice and vegies and greens and such. It's quite tasty and filling. You take your own dishes and napkins (no disposables here!) to the window. There is a bucket for compost but SuRu, FFP and I have eaten all our food.
The weather has cleared a bit. SuRu and I take a walk in the neighborhood. We use the cow she's seen as a 'goal.' It's at the office of what used to be my dermatologist but the office seems to be just that of a woman emphasizing 'enhancement' stuff. (Botox?) Of course, I haven't been there in ages. Since I last sought help for poison ivy. (Before I decided that poison ivy is better borne than steroids.) The guy was FFP's age, had been his friend. He retired, perhaps? The nerve. Why the cow? We can't figure it out. The cow is decorated a bit with tiny scenes. The farm one makes some sense. The ant activity less so. Our neighborhood is not boring. It is a little seedy, has a patina and is infinitely interesting. Well, pretty interesting anyway.
SuRu comes over to get the travel section of the Statesman. She is going to Vegas and they have a list of museums (yes, museums) in Vegas. Some have real art, too, it's not just the Liberace Museum and stuff. (She says she's been to that one.)
I spend the rest of the day. Perhaps I waste it. There's a shower to try to relieve the stuffy, congested dizzy feeling I've been having since yesterday. There are eats...a spinach salad, a half a turkey sandwich and some cereal. (Miraculously, some milk I bought a week ago is still good.)
We watch a TV show about early TV. Intermingled with The Sopranos. (We taped the former.) I watch some other stuff and read. I watch part of a movie with Sean Connery and Lawrence Fishburne (Just Cause, 1995). I don't watch the ending because it scares me. I watch enough to see the 'highway ends in a draw bridge that is up and one car clears it' stunt. For a movie set mostly in the steamy Everglades of Florida, this seems unnecessary.
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