Click images for desktop size: "PsychoProp" by GraphinoI have to think hard because I'm not sleeping much again. I can function at a good level without sleep but I have to monitor my thoughts well. I always fear the irretrievable error made because of misunderstanding or confusion.
Friday was a pretty decent day on the surface. I went into town with my housemate. While she went on her appointments I wandered to a music shop where the guys and I played Neil Young's "Rockin' In the Free World".
Some songs sound great when you have 4 people bashing out the song's chords in unison. While we were playing I was surprised to see Pink Girl with a girl friend. The friend had blue spiky hair.
Pink Girl must confuse sitting with 3 guys bashing out a song with a concert. Instead of just walking up and saying hi she kind of danced around and kept waving to me and giggling and whispering with her girl friend.
While the guys were figuring out what song we were going to ruin next I went to her and said hi and told her I was glad to see her. The Blue Spiky Girl looked older than Pink Girl so i was thinking Pink Girl maybe was 22.
After we mangled the Dandy Warhols' "Bohemian Like You" I took the two giggling women to the used book store with me.
There I found a copy of William Kennedy's "Ironweed" for my housemate. She'd never read it. I was going to buy it at Barnes & Nobel but they wanted 20 bucks for it! (Bastards - No paperback book should cost 20 bucks!)
Second hand it was $3 . . . I got a couple of cheap disposable books for myself.
When we left Pink Girl said she had a present for me. She'd gotten 2 cd's for me. One was daft - a re-recording of some 60's junque, but the other was one of my all time fave albums. I was surprised by that on all accounts. I'd never talked about this obscure group with her.
They went off to see "Star Wars" and I went and met my housemate.
Then today was a day to mark. I went to the Farmer's Market and got a case of bananas for $6! A flat of strawberries for $8! And peaches.
The market itself was way nifty. It's like these 4 disconnected aircraft hangers filled with stuff. It was all great except for the crafts section. Crafts sections are too often a heavenly punishment proving that having no taste is indeed a sin.
While pushing through the crowd at the last hanger a pretty girl caught my eye, she smiled at me and held my gaze for a long moment. My housemate called for me and I reluctantly turned away.
As I turned away I told myself that she was probably just a woman working at the stall and being friendly to a potential customer. When we walked back past the spot where we'd seen each other, the smiling pretty woman was gone.
I've said this before: Sometimes when you walk down the street a face catches your eye and you say to yourself, "there goes the love of my life."
And you are right.
It's true.
Then for hours your mind is filled with all the cliches, balmy breezes on full moon lit nights, eyes that bring peace to your burdened weary soul, a kiss that sends tingles through to your toes. All the cliches, good cliches because they're so damn true.
For a while your mind can see nothing but that fleeting face.
Then we forget it, because we're people and we forget everything. It's how we manage to stay alive.
But you never forget the loss of the beauty that face gave to you.
I wondered if the pretty woman was looking around trying to catch another glimpse of me. Just as I was scanning the crowd hoping to catch at least one last sight of her.

Click images for desktop size: Maris, Mays & Mantle "Three Sluggers"After the Farmer's Market we stopped at a car show I had spotted on our way up. I was blown away. This was just a mall parking lot show but they had TWO '27 Bucket T's! TWO 63 'vettes, totally tripped out. AND A 409!! It was one of the most impressive car shows I've ever seen. There were over 80 awesome cars, like at least 5 chopped and channeled mercs!! A 62 Bel Air ragtop! And on forever. So much cool iron, so that all the new VW's and Hondas I saw as we drove back home kind of disgusted me with their lack of elegance, style and elan. Not to neglect glass-pak and moon wheels.
When we got home our housemate used SOME of the bananas to make banana nut bread. . . which I can't eat but I am allowed to smell it when it's baking, and that's enough.
I gave a loaf of it to our next door neighbor. He has a daughter, about 10, who makes me laugh. She wanted to know why i was giving this to her. I told her it was to eat! Which seemed to settle the matter.
The day ended with Good Ol' Dog and me at the park. My hyper extended elbow still hurts but I was still able to throw the ball for her, not far but at least as far as a wannabe yuppie of which there were plenty.
On the way back we saw the ducks and geese and a tiny baby duck who seemed abandoned. The geese were trying to kill it and the other ducks kept swimming away from it at speed. We couldn't catch it. I watched it and fretted over it's fate for a minute and remembered the smile of the pretty girl at the Farmer's Market.