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9:20 a.m. CST I wake up to my cell phone alarm.
Breakfast: Coffee with Cream and Sugar. Banana. Milk.
We catch the 10:55am flight to Minneapolis. Reading and napping. Deep Fargo accents. The violinist from Could Cult joins one of the seats next to us.
Lunch: A Fancy Grilled Cheese with Red Peppers and Tomatoes. Salad Greens. Honest Ade Orange Mango with Mangosteen.
Flight to New York.
I do that thing where you go to sleep and your body jolts yourself awake. Then you feel embarrassed because you think everybody saw you. I pretend to be still sleeping and slurp up the slight drool coming off my lips.
I eat the complimentary cookie.
Flight to Norfolk.
I eat Baked Lay’s, Dried Edamame, and Chocolate Chip Cookies with Cranberry Juice.
Our flight attendant resembles my Mom when she was younger. Same face, hair, eyes, eyebrows, and similar smile. Sometimes I imagine going back in time - before I was born – before my mother became a mother. I could see her in a different light – when she was young and innocent – watch her live and dream. Maybe I would try to meet her. Would she recognize her future son? Would she see her blood in me?
Becca picks me up from the airport.
We take a walk around her neighborhood – the night air is fresh, breezy, and warm.
People’s windows and curtains are open.
One home had no grass in their lawn but instead, cactus, tall weeds, and other exotic plants.
I explain to her the story of Pandorum and the theory of an earth-like planet existing somewhere in deep space.
In the kitchen, her Dad has the Discovery Channel on TV. It’s a show where Stephen Hawking is discussing the possibilities of time travel and life on extra solar planets – coincidental.
I eat a bowl of Frosted Mini-Wheats Cereal.
Another TV show – on TLC called Hoarding: Buried Alive – involves therapists coming into the homes of pack rats/hoarders and helping them with their obsessive compulsiveness to save everything. The people on this show are an extreme representation of America’s consumption problem and how we fill our voids with the affection for material things.
I eat an Egg and a Banana.
Two pieces of Toast.
Sleep around 4 a.m. EST.
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