simply sunday

a catalogue of events::

sunrise: wake up and look at the vibrant colors with blurry vision.  feel cold.  zip up my sleeping bag and fall back asleep.

in between wakings:  dream vigorously

around 10:30: get out of bed exhausted.  wonder how i used to sleep til two.  smoke half a cigarette.  poop.  make oatmeal and eat it.  finish the cigarette.  poop again. 

afterwards: play guitar on the porch.  find it funny that i've written six songs in the key of C since i've been here.  its the only harmonica i have.  

noon: write a text to an old friend.  fix the handle on an old hula hoe.  make lunch.  some tasty beans on top of a chard salad with a fruit whose name i can pronounce but not spell.  remarkable.  

afternoon: find the world surprisingly cold.  alternate between the porch, living room and garden.  peel coffee beans on the porch, listen to a lecture about remote viewing on the couch, pull some lettuce gone to seed from the garden.  remote viewing is fascinating.  check out farsight.org.  it was brought to my attention by a guy i hitchhiked and later played frisbee with.

3:30: set out walking to keokea.  

on the way: scour a stretch of highway where i dropped a water bottle while climbing into a truck the other day.  i didn't find it.  

4:17: stroll into town.  stop at gramma's coffee and inquire about the squash cheesecake and the price of the cookies before getting a piece of blueberry cobbler.  sit outside and consume the treat with ritual ecstasy.  listen to people talking on the porch next to me.  two folks from the island and one talkative tourist.  gramma's is in all the guide books.

4:30: walk to the park. wave hello to these friends i barely know.  i even up the teams seven, seven and the score is only one, one.  we play two games to 10 with a long lounge on the grass in between.  ultimate frisbee is near constant running.  i had taken solace in the fact that i was probably the only smoker and felt justified in my windedness, but today everyone seemed to be smoking.  everyone also seemed to be winded. 

sunset:  start walking home, saying that i've got to make some miles before dark.  wave goodbye to these fun folks.  walk about a half a mile back through town, the sky is magnificent but my legs are gone.  stick my thumb out and get picked up by the first car i see.  the dude in the car had two puppies in the front seat with him, said his name was dave.  the puppies bit my beard but it was fun.  it's good to get dog time i say.  dave says he sees me walking all the time.  i don't really feel like i walk all that much but it makes me feel good to hear him say it.  

when i get home:  pick some chard on my way inside.  make some simple dough.  let it sit.  take my weekly shower.  have to light the water heater a couple times but it finally takes and the warm water makes me grateful.  

after the shower:  mix up some beans and chard and mustard greens in the blender.  roll out three medium sized tortillas.  put some of the filling on each one and then fold them over and pinch them shut.  fry them up.  eat them with ketchup.  i shouldn't have put the mustard greens in, or i should have cooked them a bit first.  they were overpowering.  the decadence of fried dough carries the meal. 

after dinner:  get high.  dance in the living room.