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Waking up at 11:30 a.m.
Oatmeal with Cinnamon, Blueberries, Maple Syrup, and Almond Milk. Irish Breakfast Tea.
Catching up on business and running errands.
Teaching one lesson to Jolin off Rosemont. She finally completed Minuet in G today to almost 100% perfection with a few rhythm hiccups here and there. Very proud of her accomplishment.
At the Great Neck Rec shooting around the basketball – playing 1-on-1.
Thoughts in the car as I drive home thinking about all the things I need to do...
“A looming sense of responsibility to be responsible all the time.”
“I don’t wanna grow up! I wanna grow outward like a spiral that twists and turns and learns!”
Orange Honey Dew Melon.
Ana and I declare tonight “date night”. She had a nice afternoon with her auntie Nellie and now it’s time for her and I to get out of the house. We head to Gringo’s Taqueria on the south end at the beach – Shadowlawn territory. This is one of my favorite local spots – a cramped but colorful and vibrant taco joint. Running into a former student’s parents – that’s always cool. Ordering Mojitos from the bar guy in the back and Fish Tacos with Chips n’ Salsa. You can’t beat this guac and salsa.
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Afterwards, both a bit tipsy from the drinks, I drive onward past our neighborhood.
“Where are we going?” she asks looking puzzled.
“I’m not sure,” I say honestly.
I take a turn down Potters Road where it borders the military base and the shooting range. Parking on the gravel side of the road where “The Ruins” used to be (back in the day friends of mine and I used to explore the rubble and the lake nearby). Its pitch black out except for the light signals on the jet runway and the occasional lightning in the distance. The mosquitoes make their way through the windows. We decide to travel further down the road. Passing Mermaids and turning on Dead Man’s Curve where it changes into S First Colonial. Up the way finding a cozy safe little nook on New York Avenue parked between two bushes and trees – the car facing Oceana, the main road. I joke about how this is something I would’ve done as a teenager, looking for a make out spot. We keep the windows shut and pleasure each other while the flashing headlights from cars zoom by unaware of the heated moment happening in this purple wagon.
Back home. Chilling in Ana’s room. Will makes his way in. We play around on Ana’s Yamaha synthesizer covering 90’s dance tunes like “Be My Lover” and “Pump Up the Jam”. Will doesn’t ever play music but I’m impressed with his ability to learn fast.
Sleep 3:30 a.m.
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