The good old days.
I am listening to some rad music and I am putting it onto Susy’s iPod so I can listen to it at work. Do you have an iPod? What’s on your iPod?
Two nights ago, or maybe three nights ago, AMT played Dark Star Blues and we ran back to my car when it was over to try to stay out of the rain. I left the house barefoot for the first time this season earlier today, but felt grossed out by it when I got home and washed my feet off in the sink.
Now it is nearly 10AM and I have to start getting ready for work, but it’s cool. I made myself a decadent four-egg omelette for breakfast and a pasta sauce that I will eat with the leftover chicken from last night when I get home this afternoon. At work, Todd and I will drink oily, muddy black coffee. I still haven’t done the letterhead for the mansion, and I still haven’t picked up a copy of Reader’s Digest as per his request.
Two more nights in the delph. Last night I watched a movie and drew a little, but was too paralyzed by the largeness of the coming week to get anything significant done. I have some spraypainting to do later, some printing that I might do tomorrow and a new little book to finish. We are going to Pittsburgh when I get out of work on Wednesday afternoon. We finished Philadelphia on Saturday: afterward, Mike fell asleep on the floor in his room, while I felt overwhelmingly compelled to take a shower.
The chicken was with linguini in alfredo sauce, which I didn’t know how to make, but understood to be easy. I called my mom from the grocery store to ask about ingredients but she didn’t answer. I called my gramma and got my aunt. She gave me the instructions, then passed me to my gramma, who gave me exactly the same instructions. My mom called me back ten minutes later and told me to cut everything they told me in half, since I wasn’t trying to feed the family. It came out fine. It was reassuring to call the home base on a Sunday to ask for cooking directions. When Anne answered the phone, she said “…Thomas! I thought it was someone for grampa! Oh! Hi! Yeah here is all you have to do.” My gramma asked if I was “entertaining.” Since I don’t see them so often and find more and more that I miss them, it’s good to know that they know that I cooked a good dinner on a Sunday night and thought of them while I did it.
After dinner we listened to psychedelic music. Early this morning it was raining and my window was open and I felt the water splashing in on my face.