7/6/17 5:40PM
Sorry I skipped yesterday. After returning from a hot, windy 10 mile bike ride, back and forth backroads-style to the Saukville library, my knees hurt like a motherfucker, and I barely left the couch. Now, I suppose I could have written from the couch, but alas, I did not. I can't remember much about yesterday. This is why I should write every day.
Anyway, I'm back now. The temps are above 90. This pisses me off. This morning I drove down to the city with the camera. I left 43 at King Drive, cut east on North, south on Lincoln Memorial, around downtown, back up Prospect, and parked on LM near the museum. The month's first Thursday is MAM's free day. You have to arrive early because the city's moms understandably converge on free day with their strollers and toddlers. This was esp. true today since the art museum is air conditioned well enough to warrant scarves. The kids are funny, though, for the most part. I love when they gather around the doll with a chair on his head who reads MMPI questions. Like, what the fuck? They seem to want to rescue the doll. The Rashid Johnson show was only okay, by the way. I liked the room with his face drawings, but I didn't care about the plants and whatever on scaffolding.
After the museum I stopped at the V bookstore in Bay View. They're having a 20% off sale. I didn't care about saving the cash as much as worried the sale was a sign they're struggling, and I don't want them to close, so I picked up a collection of Chandler short stories. Then I walked down to Sparrow for bike helmet stickers. The temps, by this point, were rising, so I hauled ass home, desperately hungry, and made ravioli. A district emailed that a particular position closed. I wasn't even that interested in the particular position, but hey, the news sent me into a bit of a tailspin, so I slept upstairs before coming down to write. I answered an email, did a few other things online, etc. Francis and the Light's "Farewell, Starlite!" is playing for the third time.
The hot weather pisses me off. Good night.
Sorry I skipped yesterday. After returning from a hot, windy 10 mile bike ride, back and forth backroads-style to the Saukville library, my knees hurt like a motherfucker, and I barely left the couch. Now, I suppose I could have written from the couch, but alas, I did not. I can't remember much about yesterday. This is why I should write every day.
Anyway, I'm back now. The temps are above 90. This pisses me off. This morning I drove down to the city with the camera. I left 43 at King Drive, cut east on North, south on Lincoln Memorial, around downtown, back up Prospect, and parked on LM near the museum. The month's first Thursday is MAM's free day. You have to arrive early because the city's moms understandably converge on free day with their strollers and toddlers. This was esp. true today since the art museum is air conditioned well enough to warrant scarves. The kids are funny, though, for the most part. I love when they gather around the doll with a chair on his head who reads MMPI questions. Like, what the fuck? They seem to want to rescue the doll. The Rashid Johnson show was only okay, by the way. I liked the room with his face drawings, but I didn't care about the plants and whatever on scaffolding.
After the museum I stopped at the V bookstore in Bay View. They're having a 20% off sale. I didn't care about saving the cash as much as worried the sale was a sign they're struggling, and I don't want them to close, so I picked up a collection of Chandler short stories. Then I walked down to Sparrow for bike helmet stickers. The temps, by this point, were rising, so I hauled ass home, desperately hungry, and made ravioli. A district emailed that a particular position closed. I wasn't even that interested in the particular position, but hey, the news sent me into a bit of a tailspin, so I slept upstairs before coming down to write. I answered an email, did a few other things online, etc. Francis and the Light's "Farewell, Starlite!" is playing for the third time.
The hot weather pisses me off. Good night.
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