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Waking up at 10:30 a.m.
My mom and Reinette come over. Ana makes us all Blueberry Pancakes, but there's a problem. It's burning on the pan cause she added too many blueberries making the batter too watery. I save the day by adding one egg to the batter.
Sharing Pancakes at the dining booth with Greek Yogurt, Berries, and Yerba Mate.
We all hop in the party wagon. I help my mom rent a storage unit at Extra Space off Laskin. Then, we pick up a few things at Trader Joe's.
Figuring out some changes in our Verizon phone plan.
Scrambled Eggs, Toast with Non-Dairy Cream Cheese, Beets, an Orange, and Oolong Tea.
Teaching lessons at Music Makers.
One of my students notices a character in the lesson book resembles Bob Ross, the infamous painter on TV. I add a quote by him that's relevant to learning piano.
As soon as I get home Ana scoops me up into her car (not literally). We head to Field Guide in Norfolk, our favorite local dinner place. Ordering Rice Bowls, mine with Shrimp, Whitefish, and Veggies. Topping it off the meal with an innovative Chocolate Waffle Bread Pudding and Marshmallow Fluff.
Sometimes Ana will say something using a word she didn't intend to use without even realizing what she says. She describes it like a fog in her head.
Me: "Your brain is foggy."
Her: "Just needs vacuuming."
Me: "No, you need the Ghostbusters!"
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When paying me back for her share of the bill through the Venmo app Ana types in "Field Fluff Stuff".
"You're like a machine," I declare. "You just come up with this stuff so quickly!"
"I can't help it!" she says.
"That's what it is: the machine is working in your head to produce all these words and in the process it creates the fog."
We both laugh.
Back home. We pump air into our bike tires and take a ride around Hilltop enjoying the warm Spring night. It's a relief to not have to put on a jacket anymore – to be free and feel the wind brush across the arms and face.
Pomegranate White Tea.
Watching Cold Deck (2015).
Sleep 3 a.m.
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