Its so nice to write stuff down, to have a conversation with yourself. To pick out the right words and even the right letter, so easy to find on my clean keyboard and just set them down. and letters are tiny, just dits and dahs, its fine to but down thousands and be able to summarize it in a sentance. its not about brevity, its about process and accurate fingers.
What did I do today? I woke up so early, so sleepy to go to class. I ate oat meal with raisins and bits of nuts and i cut a banana into it and there is nothing more holy, more filling, more safe than oatmeal with spoot-cut curves of banana swimming. And acrid coffee and far too sweet melon juice which i poured down the drain. Bus to school, only wanted to listen to David Bowie's Modern Love and Fleetwood Mac's Monday Morning. Good choices. Class was interesting. I'm unable to think on my feet in spañol but I'm still firey.
Spanish class was overload. We just covered so many topics, mostly Jamie and I asking questions. We had a big discussion about the census and I was clear about my ideas, and Andres kept smiling at me and after class he told me he liked argueing with me, that he liked the way I talked. And then he pulled a bottle of maracuya zhumir out of his pants and started drinking walking down the stairs to the bathroom. Ok, cool. Still no teacher for FyF whcih is good because we worked on our project. Then I took the bus home for a million hours and this failed shrimp farmer from Venice who talked to himself also talked to me.
Went to the San Gabriel pool. Paid 3 dollars to get in, traded my censo for a locker key, put on my borrowed bathing cap and started swimming. I am hediously out of shape, lungs and muscles, but I still love swimming. Its so long and easy and soft. Unfortunately, the swim team was practicing in all the lanes but one, so I had to share a lane with an 8 year old boy who couldnt swim more than 10 meters, and a couple that alternated between hugging each other on the walls and arguing about bills. When they did occasionally decide to swim a lenght, they seemed to view swimming as a communal activity, somewhat akin to a stroll in a park, and sidestroked next to each other, taking up the whole lane, chatting quietly. After I literally (accidentally) kicked the woman on the ear, and the next time asked the man to only use one side after kicking his feet, they got the message and stuck to the walls.
I swam slow 50s, a lap each of freestyle, backstroke and breaststroke. I didn't push myself at all, as slow as I wanted. I rested 10 seconds at the wall and hopped back in. 1000 meters in 45 minutes of strokes that have been muscle memory for years. Thats one think I will always have, my fingers cupped and my feet kicking.
Walked literally accross the street to abuelitas house, ate some excellent pizza, got in a taxi and went home. Ate some grapes and finished Desolation Angels. It was an amazing book. I can't wait to type up all my favorite quotes so I can remember them.
Ok, is it ok with you if I go watch TV with my madre? I'm already falling asleep.
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