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Waking up at 11:48 a.m.
Irish Oatmeal with Cinnamon, Maple Syrup, Chia Seeds, Blueberries, and Almond Milk. Iced Coffee with Cream and Honey.
Organizing. Business.
Grilled PB&J with Bee Pollen. Plantain Chips. Honey Green Tea. Pineapple.
Teaching lessons at Music Makers.
Selling that purple dresser with the cats and the boom box painted on it. Stacy isn't happy about the absence of this dresser in the living room but I plan on putting something else in place to keep her belongings in.
Dried Peaches.
On to Norfolk. At the New Jersey house practicing with Ladada. Calum's somewhere in Paris and Bobby is out of town. So Ross of The Seeers is stepping in on drums. We give the set a speedy run-through with barely any issues. Outside on the front porch Josiah smokes a cigarette and tells me about his new plans to learn kung fu.
Back home. I prepare some leftovers for Ana and I to have for dinner when she gets off work at 11. Vermicelli Noodles with Egg, Mixed Vegetables, fresh Basil, and Tomatoes. Ana arrives at the table with a grateful heart and an excited attitude about life. Stacy gets home shortly after and we embark on a long drawn-out conversation about habits and how to change them, something I've been learning about lately. Kevin shows up and it becomes an overcrowded kitchen. I get stressed and leave the room, "You guys are stressing me out. I'm going on a bike ride!"
Ana doesn't react lightly to my statement and appears upset.
Kevin sheds some light into the situation by mouthing to me, "She's pretending."
I turn to Ana and Stacy, "Is that true? Do girls pretend to be upset just so they can grab your attention?"
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There really was some tension between Ana and I. But anytime that happens we can easily talk it out and make light of the situation and move on.
"Why do you get like that all of a sudden?" I ask. "You get all huffy and puffy...and then blow the house down."
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Me: "I never want you to feel stifled to be who you are. I like it when you get excited about things."
Finally, I can get on my two-wheels and ride the oceanfront. But as I'm passing 30th Street and Pacific Avenue where Murphy's is I hear somebody call my name out, "Robert!" It's Margot. She's on the clock working a shift. And it's funny cause I was just thinking about her a few minutes ago, about how stubborn she used to get whenever we argued back in the day. I turn my bike around and chat with her for ten minutes.
Me: "It's nice to see you and actually talk for a little bit instead of just randomly seeing you on the road or at Target."
It happens to be her birthday. Some random dude leaving comes up behind her and slaps her ass. I always think it would be awkward to talk with her whenever I do see her but it's not. We chat like old friends. Her personality hasn't changed, nor has mine I suppose. I see her off and move on down Atlantic Avenue until I make it to the 1st Street jetty. I'm kind of repeating last night's micro-adventure. I pull out a clove and enjoy the smoky spice flavor while working through thoughts in my head.
Back home. Orange Juice.
Sleep 4 a.m.
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