An Ordinary Day, A Summer Night

I was unable to feng shui the apartment, but I did get the wireless internet router working. Good on me and thanks to Glen for making the router virtually 'plug and play' before I left the states.

I feel like I earned my place in the world today with a dutiful, but hard, sweaty, hot and tiring walk down to the beach and back.

I stopped to say hello to the girls at Anita's hotel. Anita was asleep. She usually is during the afternoon. I think she goes to bed to avoid her son.

I exchanged wise cracks with the guys on the road, ate a healthful lunch at Marlin and bought the wrong size batteries for my new lamp.

I met the free lance taxi driver who had offered to teach me Latin dance. Maybe someday.

For a while Kelly and I were working side by side--in our imaginations--on Skype, knowing we could comment to each other whenever the urge struck. That was fun.

I talked to one friend on Skype and another called me on my wired phone.

What else?
I wrote a bunch, edited some, and...

just sat here and spoke Spanish with a lady whose face appeared at my window.

Picture this: It is dark outside. I sit bathed in lamplight (cliche alert), working on my computer, in full view of the windows. The wall size large windows are divided into many small, maybe 6 by 6 inch squares. I hear a voice, "Como estas?" or whatever. I look up and there is this pretty face framed in one of the squares. the face and I chat to each other for maybe 10 minutes. I relate my day, she hers, we wish each other a pleasant night and the face disappears. Sound of fading footsteps, voices in the other apartments, dog barking, crickets or whatever the local equivalent is. Remember how it felt sitting outside on summer nights; how it sounded. Like that. Nostalgia. Maybe something will happen. Maybe someone will come over. makes me think of 'the Glass Menagerie' with the sister waiting. Although I think it was actually Tom who was doing the waiting, on her behalf.

Thornton Wilder managed to get 'Our town', a heartbreaking play out of such an ordinary day. It would be great to be able to write to that effect.

My floor fan continues to sweep the room. I return to my keyboard. The voices continue in the distance. I feel happy.

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