[Afternoon hanging. Staring at Stars jacket + Pure/Good t-shirt + UO hat + AG jeans.]
First! Look at my awesome robot-inspired copper wire and glitter garland I made from tree dropping at Maymont. It’s about to be a year-round installation.
So, just padding around the apartment with a Hoegaarden, music playing, windows open on this 65-degree day in December, stringing together patterns in my dreams, and toying with the idea of visiting the Aquarian Bookshop in Carytown. I’ve been riding my bike by it lately, slowing down and peering in, but too shy to go inside.
A couple of weeks ago, I took myself to Curbside for Monday night football and made friends with the gentlemen flanking me at my favorite stool at the bar. Harry, to my left, a fun and flabby party animal who I chided for ordering less hots wings than I did, and who commiserated with my Jaguars’ loss, and [name forgotten] to my right, who saw my chipped, picked black nailpolish and promptly informed me “I had a lot of living I wasn’t getting around to.”
Ouch.
No Name ended up being arbiter of one of the most fascinating 2-hour conversations I’ve had in awhile. He dubbed me a free spirit, asked me a lot of cursory but fun questions, told me about his kids, numerology, and described his [what I’ll classify as kind of unfortunate] love of purchasing crystals. [Remember this? Haha.] It’s cool; I’m an amethyst fan myself.
But he directed me to the Bookshop. “You can get as deep as you want there. As deep as you want to go.”
They have readings, too.
Today we held a cat conference out on the street. Toby, Eli’s twin from across the street, was eating some grass with a black and white fellow in the sunshine, and after inquiring about the attributes of this year’s winter crop, they both followed us home, where Eli was on the porch hollering. The three had a couple of stare downs, Eli said something in a Schenectady accent that neither of those Southern boys could decipher, then Toby rolled around at my feet and we all went our separate ways.
Typical day in the Fan.
-C
Schenectady accent! BAH!! That Eli kills me ….
We’re totally going to have the same wardrobe soon. 😉 Eli! 😀
LOLOLOLOLOLOL SPENCER. Bless Heather’s heart. She seems….genuine.
All of your posts have been so great. I’m so glad you’ve decided to be back! (I wasn’t sure if I’d have to lure you back with a pic of a certain restaurant displaying bear humps (this is awkward, if you don’t remember ha)).
Could you please phonetically spell something in the Schenectady accent for me? It would make my month.
I suck, MA! Because I’ve been trying to figure out the reference but am feeling completely thick. [Please remind an ex-pat.]
I think Eli would say, “I don’t like these litters, but whatever yous gets, yous gets. A street cat’s gonna get by.”
🙂
I, too, enjoy a Hoegaarden. Glad that Rob is back on the east coast. Y’all come down to Charlotte when you can.