my dog is visiting.
there is a snail here.
and of course, the rabbit.
Free food is not usually good, but today was different.
I cried reading Zadie Smith’s essay about David Foster Wallace. Read him.
Working through “Of Woman Born” -Adrienne Rich, and woman at Bread and Company inquired about me being pregnant. I was eating a waffle smothered in syrup at 9 in the morning, reading. This woman was alone. I was rude to her.
Florida has nice weather this time of year. I stayed outside most of the day, walking the beach. There were many jellyfish, some blue, washed up in the tide. A few seagulls had bright orange beaks. I noticed lots of tattoos. People in sparkly clothes. Bright colors. Lots of muscles and boobs.
People make interesting choices regarding clothing, or various states of undress when on the beach and or near the beach. For instance the gray area of in between beach and street—a large sidewalk. There are those half shirt-dresses that barely cover bums, the people that consider it fair game for bikini, or bikini and sneakers, and the various short shorts, tank tops, awkward legs, rollerblades, bicycles, and the frequent sight of an old mans bare legs that is heartbreaking.
Nail painting is a strange thing that I take seriously. I have the hands of a little boy.
