Couple of days ago, I took some allergy medication as a prevention, see, I’m allergic to rain. So, as the raining was just letting up, I was figuring to try this new OTC stuff.
Kept me awake all night. Didn’t work. I mean, it did work, but it didn’t work the way I wanted it to. Then the next day, the sleep pattern’s interrupted. And so on.
Woke up Friday morning, typed for a while, did a phone reading, and ambled out the door, caught a nice note out of the mailbox, and wandered home. I didn’t spend more than three minutes at home before the phone rings, “Kramer, what are you doing right. Let’s get some coffee over at Jo’s.”
So it was back out the door, hastily pulling on a shirt, actually, just grabbing the cleanest one out of the laundry hamper, and I joined a Gemini at Jo’s.
It’s hot, but not too hot, mid-90’s, I’m guessing, a few clouds overhead. Iced latte, a change from what I usually get. We sat and discussed books, architecture, her current love interest, work, Whole Foods as a “whole paycheck,” and various other sundry topics. Gemini, what do you expect. By the time I’d sucked down most of that beverage, I was about to wax philosophical.
“If you could be anywhere, where would you be?”
I’d been for a few miles on the trail, a quick dip, I was enjoying the good company of a friend, in the shade at Jo’s, it wasn’t so interminably hot that it was miserable, and the people walking by were delightful eye candy.
A dad (looking) guy and little girl, maybe 4 years old, in a tiny bathing suit, hair still wet, just walking away from Amy’s with a summer ice cream.
Gothic looking characters at the tattoo parlor, stepping outside for a smoke. That guy who works at Jo’s, the Aquarius with all the ink-work, reading, eating sandwich, then heading off to the bakery.
The guy sitting next to us struck up a conversation, just in from Northern Cal, asking directions.
Would I prefer to be in Northern CA, if I could? Nope, I’m best, right where I am.
