Feeling tentative, transitional - as if waiting for something, but nothing's on the
schedule. For some reason those deja vu feelings dredge up that coldish night when I was
new to Adams-Morgan in DC. From our place over on Biltmore Street I'd walked a
couple blocks to this smallish restaurant in a townhouse, on the second floor, where
they served me a fish full of bones which I ate while reading Christine
by Steven King.
When I got back, U had returned from work and was parked tube-side in his Mission chair,
with a six-pack, per his usual custom. This was in that serene time, pre-quava,
pre-cat, pre-Boris.
Made a Temari ball this afternoon, while listening to big-band swing
music. I learned this skill from a nisei in Torrance in 1990, after I'd seen them in
the castle town of Matsumoto. This is the pattern I
call "Olympic" - the one I made was almost all purple.
Also repaired a flat bicycle tire, rear wheel - a thorn was the puncturing agent.
Acquired three new CDs today:
- "The Truman Show" - soundtrack
(I've been getting by with the tape I made on N's system) - "Robot Carnival" - anime soundtrack
- The Best of Popol Vuh (Herzog film soundtrack music)