Adrienne, exquisite as usual.
Sitting alone in Adrienne’s apartment, listening to Coco Rosie and drinking tea. Casper is out buying herbal incense from a local guy and Adrienne’s at work.
Yesterday, we went to a gorgeous park and took several hundred photos of Adrienne. She did ballet poses in sundresses and Casper snapped photos and I carried the shoes and water. It was a perfect day. In some parts of the park, the flowers were so intensely vibrant we felt the color was coming directly into our pores and filling us up. I ended up with a slight sunburn on my shoulders, but my even paler companions had opted for sun block.
We went to the grocery store first, buying picnic yummies and then sat on our green sleeping bag (which has seen this country over and has yet to be ever washed…) under a huge tree. A creek ran through the park and I got my feet wet; sweet, sweet wild water.
In the evening, Casper stretched in the sunshine, Adrienne organized her file box on the living room floor. I went back and forth between the two, discussing futures, human potential, our generation, parents, the apocalyptical state of the world, and what it is we all want from life anyhow.
Casper made us a delicious dinner, as usual: pasta cooked in veggie broth with mushrooms and artichokes mixed in. He has a little green bag that he always carries into the kitchen here. It is his “spice bag,” in which he carried all the spices he brought from home. We were all tired and hungry so we watched Indiana Jones: the Last Crusade because I’d never seen it before and Adrienne aspires to be Indiana Jones. In the course of the late evening, we ate pudding, brownies, and ice pops and giggled often. I have never seen Adrienne laugh as hard as she did last night…and I don’t even remember what was so funny!
The photographer scouting locations.
It’s hot here. At least, for my sense of April weather it’s hot. It’s been in the 70s and muggy. Today me and Casper woke up at 7:30am, whined about being up so early, cleaned out the car a bit, and headed off to Hermitage. We picked up a lady there who needed a ride to a car dealership. We found her on Craigslist and it all went splendidly. She was friendly and chipper and interesting and we only got lost once. She ended up buying the car she went to see, so we didn’t have to give her a ride home. If her car is still in the shop tomorrow, we’ll also be taking her down south a bit for a teacher/parent thing. She was very generous with her reimbursement and the possibility of buying me a small guitar for the road is looking more and more possible.
Casper and I bought a cat harness for Salem (it’s actually a small dog harness, which tells you something about Salem’s size…), rechargeable batteries for our camera, sidewalk chalk, spray paint, the second big strap we need to attach our car top carrier, and two notebooks for a present my sister requested from me.
Adrienne and I talking on the back porch.
As we came home, Adrienne’s new-to-her piano was being delivered. Me and Casper just snuggled on the couch for a bit listening to her play. Her brother in law Ted, who lives across the street, had come over to borrow his car from Adrienne, who uses it to get to work each day, with promises that he’d be back in time for Adrienne to get to work on time. He was headed for a comic book store so, instead, Casper invited himself along with Ted and they took the Pearl.
Adrienne dyed her hair, I listened to Pomplamoose, and Adrienne left for work just a moments before Casper and Ted returned. Casper and ate leftovers and fell asleep watching The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Gallery, which I adore and Casper just can’t seem to enjoy. I kept napping after the movie was over because I felt the intense grumpiness I always feel when I have napped but not been fully restored. It is dangerous to interrupt me during a recharging session. I woke up around 7 to Casper busily planning his herbal incense heist.
I am alone. I haven’t been in quite a few days. Hours of time alone. It frightens me, but I’m learning to be alone without being lonely (citation: Paul Baribeau’s song Christmas Lights).
Me in Adrienne's lovely house.
The sun and the pulsating spring here are exactly what we need. Winters bring us down. Aprils is for new beginnings and everything is lovely at the moment. The government is in frozen crisis; Japan was hit by an earthquake yet again; and I am still overwhelmed by emptiness, despair and panic on a regular basis. But things are good. Things are warm, things are blooming, things are changing.