|After school, S and I attended the opening day of this new croissant cafe! Another place to write and grade.|
L, the fact that we have only two computers (one near death) and four people is a real prob. (Also, no TV, so one of the computers serves as that.)
So, last night--no blogging. Today, I'll blog twice.
So, I hope you read this, L.
Last night, S and I went to Cocoa Bar for the free Internet so she could watch a show on this computer. (Our Internet was spotty.) I wrote in the candlelit dark in a notebook.
As I wrote, I wondered if my friends in Salt Lake City were having a good time at Dennis' art show.
Shelley and I texted back and forth. NYC to PDX.
I also wondered what it may have been like to attend my high school reunion taking place last night in this place. I've never been to a single reunion. Have you?
At home, I crawled into my bed. It had been a long week, but not the longest week I've had recently. To rest my aching, typing hands I read: Michael Chabon's new novel about a record store in Berkeley and Jonathan Lethem's novel about a former child stare living on residuals in NYC while his astronaut girlfriend endlessly orbits the earth.
I was not wearing a leopard-skin print dress. I was not wearing anything worth writing about at all.