I woke up this morning with the lyrics from Franklin's Tower in my head.
I rolled away the dew and got out of bed. I scrounged around in the kitchen and to my grand luck there was coffee! I love coffee. It was the first time in months that I used a coffee maker and it worked out fine. No cream though... I relaxed, perused some books. I already mentioned the Native American one in my previous post, and I found an Italian one on the Mayans. I drank my coffee looking at pictures from both books - twisting my portuguese trained brain around the italian words and then I gave in to my imagination from the pictures. I sat on the couch and talked on the phone to my best friend. Then I went to the beach.
It was overcast, cool, no bright sunny southern california weather for this day. But that was just fine. I checked my po box. Mail for the previous occupants. I walked on the beach, sat and watched the waves. Looked at the dead little swimmers on the shore and watched out for bits of tar. I stopped and had breakfast at a beachside cafe in Venice. I liked the dark eyes and calm demeanor of my waiter. I watched the sky and the people walking by. It was very quiet - it was Monday morning.
Heading back to my car I walked through a movie set. It was cool to see the lights, the shiny cafe table, ketchup and mustard props. It reminded me of how much I like props and setting the scene. Life is but a series of scenes, hmm.
Then I drove around and around. Certain names jump out at me - these will be my main travel ways. Neilson Way (funny and special to me because of my house on Neilson Street in Berkeley), Lincoln, Main, Rose, Penmar, Abbott Kinney, Pico, Ocean, Ocean Park, 6th, Ashland. For some reason I keep thinking about a certain needle pusher up north when I see ashland... I wonder - did he tell me about something about that street or is there some other connection. Now, dear reader, don't take needle pusher the wrong way - I paid him well and he is well trained in the Asian Art of Acupuncture.
I wandered down the street to look for a funky salon for a new do. I've been waiting to arrive before changing again. I found this fun place called, Sit Still. Which, if you know me, is not something I can do very well. They were able to get me in today, so I had my ultra blonde, chocolate brown, flippy ragged cut done. It's what I would call Heather's Aeon Flux cut. Cause I just can't cut it all black.
To grocery store, which was a crazy madhouse at 11am on Monday. I'll go on a saturday afternoon for fun sometime. Then to home, home again. Sit in the hammock, eat, ponder, dream, listen to music and write.
I feel like I've done it all. Now I can die.
Well not really. But I did get a lot done today.
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