On the bright side, I have a whole row to myself, which almost never happens, so I have enough room to write.
There was an excited pounding on my door this afternoon. I went to answer it, and there was a breathless, elderly African American man with a story about needing $17.50 for a locksmith. He gave me his driverís license in exchange for the money, and ran off, calling out, ďI love you!Ē
When he didnít return, I looked at the license. The address is a block away, the description and photo fit, and the license expires in 2012, so itís current. I wonder if heíll ever come back for it.
I wish I was as fast at peeling garlic, too.
One of these days, I'm going to get some cooking lessons. Or a chef/maid combo. I'd love to have Staff.
The guy who borrowed it finally turned up, paid me back, took his license, and told me he loved me again before leaving. That's what they all say.
I felt very frivolous reading Vogue on the train as it passed through the industrial outskirts of Oakland. This issue includes an article on the much-anticipated Sex and the City movie. The series' seasons used to start on or near my birthday, and the movie is an early birthday present this year.
Today I noticed there's a "Neighborhood Crime Watch" sign at that intersection. I guess the neighbors watch the crime being committed; in this case, Oakland's 55th homicide of the year.
I canít help thinking of my old neighborhood, Pacific Heights, where things like this never happened and shopping cart people stayed away. I miss it.
Henry, the stray cat, is curled up in the grass, managing to look alert even as he takes a bath. I know that when I bring him food and water later, heíll run away, so for now, at a distance, I can enjoy his company.
The palm trees rattle in the breeze. Crows caw. Always, somewhere, there are dogs barking. In my back yard, the yellow roses drop their petals to the lawn. A metallic green hummingbird hangs in front of a red blossom, wings beating so fast it looks still.
I waited for half an hour to learn that the lamp is worth $300-600. We were hoping it would be worth enough to sell so we could put the money toward the land but, given the family curse, I canít say Iím surprised. Nor am I surprised that I forgot to give it back to my sister and itís still in my trunk.