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Waking up at 12:44 p.m.
The sun is shining bright keeping the snow manageable. It's beautiful looking out the window. 1435 snowed in.
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Sharing breakfast with Ana: Grapefruit. Strawberry Honey Bunches of Oats with Almond Milk.
Ana: "I'm going to my car."
Darren: "You might not make it back...there's a lot of cocaine out there."
The clean up crew begins. I take care of picking up the living room and vacuuming. Josh and Ana organize and clean the record/craft shelf.
Kale Arugula Salad with Tomatoes, Dried Cranberries, and Almonds. Butternut Squash Soup. Cinnamon Raisin English Muffin with Vegan Cream Cheese. Honey Black Tea.
The roads are caked in icing, but not that sweet kind of icing you'd paste on cupcake tops or coffee shop pastries, a bitter cold icing that leads unsuspecting drivers off the side of the road.
At the neighborhood gym running – working out. Ana shows up a little later. She informs me of two incidents where she fell on the ice.
Apple.
Back at the house, candles are lit, mood lighting is set, and people trickle in for the Di Mi! House Show. I trek down the icy roads to pick up Rachel and Stephen. It's a humble gathering tonight. I feel like the cold weather inspires people to keep still and meditate, especially with the view of snow just outside the back patio door; it reminds us of how protected and safe we are inside. Darren takes on the role of MC and does a good job of reiterating respect and quietness during the show. After a few short performances by Megan Power, Leisa, Ken, and myself with Ana by my side, the musicians from Annapolis set up to play, Sarah Ellen and Thomas Beall – a melodic experimental acoustic sound with lots of harmonics and finger taps to the likes of Kaki King – and a soothing dark emotional electric steel guitar plugged through loop and effects pedals. As they pass off songs back and forth the overall mood of their music is tranquil and hypnotizing. Calm. Peaceful. It does something for me, as I'm sure it did for everyone else.
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Between all of us we were able to donate $64 to the travelers. They were grateful to be here and we were grateful to have them.
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I had a few slices of Pizza from the pies Bob Vincent ordered but I'm still hungry. After some time lingering around, saying our goodbyes, and witnessing Darren protest an enthusiastic singing of "Closing Time" by breaking a mason jar on the floor, we reconvene at Rick's Café.
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Present are myself, Ana, Will, Sasha, Laron, Ken, Pedro (the guy with the nice camera), Sunney, and three other dudes I don't know. On our side of the table: Will looks up everybody's compatibility and fortunes from the Chinese zodiac. Enjoying Pancakes and Coffee with Ana.
Back home in the bedroom recollecting with Ana...
Ana: "I enjoyed tonight the most when we were just listening to the music and not having to think or talk about anything, just listen."
I mention how often she's stayed here the past few nights in a row...
Me: "Yeah it's like a lock-in."
Ana: "You're not sick of me are you?"
Me: "Of course not!"
We cuddle and talk a lot before falling asleep.
[i] Images by me.
[ii] Images taken by Ken or Pedro.
[ii] Images taken by Ken or Pedro.
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