scenes from my hood

sunday.

sundays are not my favorites.

i particularly do not care for sunday nights.

kind of how i do not care for the moment before the plane takes off.

though my mood is low

today was a rad day.

i woke up early (earlier than my body appreciated)

to meet megahn and kristin for brunch.

i ate a serious amount of rich food and it was delicious.

then, kristin and i went to the indie-mart in potrero.

i came home, briefly flirted with taking a nap

but there wasn’t time.

i walked to fillmore to meet h., a senior in high school

who is applying early-admission to wesleyan.

an adorable kid with a mouth full of braces

and a huge respect for my alma mater.

he was nervous, clearly expecting a more formal interview

((and interviewer))

than he got.

it was refreshing to talk to him about why he digs wesleyan

and remembering feeling the same way

when i applied for early-admission in 1998.

jesus that was a long time ago.

normally, the day after seeing a movie, it stays with me

sort of sticks to my ribs.

last night we saw ‘men who stare at goats’

and it’s like it never happened.  what an unimpressive movie.  save yourself the trouble.

tonight i painted my toe and finger nails a glittery red i picked up at pure beauty yesterday

and i grilled some bell peppers in garlic olive oil

and roo and i have cuddled more than a little.

it’s cold in the house

and it should be cold all night

because the doctor is in tahoe for the next 2 days

for a change of scene while he slaves away on a presentation about sexually transmitted diseases (the stuff he’s had to research for this one is disgusting).

i’m blue.  i’m jealous.  i’m in a funk. i feel like i’m behind where i wanted to be at almost 29.  that’s the truth. but so far i’m keeping it in my head, and going about my business.

here i am with my bright red nails

and my dog snoring gently next to me

and it’s possible i’m watching ‘keeping up with the kardashians’

((I CANNOT SAY FOR SURE))

and it’s definitely a sunday night in my hood.