Summer slow-mo

Written last night:

Dear Friends,

Today was hot. Zing and I went to the farmers market; there were fewer stalls and not as many shoppers, either. On the way home we checked out the art center at McKinley Park, but couldn’t go inside since there is a NO DOGS sign. Never mind — Zing does not care much for art. Instead, we took a pleasant walk along the shady streets, past well-kept houses. Later this afternoon I went to the garage and noticed that Rosa was one of the few cars remaining. “Everyone goes to the mountains when it’s hot,” one of my neighbors said. So it felt like I had the city to myself. 

I ate a sweet melon. 

... and the day before Yesterday:

Nothing out of the ordinary today: I did laundry, cleaned my three rooms, although I promised Clark I would not ever do that again, found a quickie car wash -- outside only, $7 cash —  did some financial understanding, considered logical possibilities with Patrice, made a pizza on a Trader Joe’s frozen crust (good!), experienced the comfort of leaning on many pillows against the wall on my turquoise daybed. Which is where I am now.

Love,
k