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hot pavement runner leads me to the pool house of tomorrow
it's mid-november and i still don't have a solid home. some places pending though. when josh and i see a homeless guy in the park we grin at our future to make it fiction, science fiction. i'm applying for another grant. ask ask ask. marcus says this is the year for taurus, our twelve-year cycle coming round to its next starting point. we're supposed to put everything out there NOW, like air into a balloon: expand it wide as possible so it might hold the next 12 years.
josh talks to a woman in the park, named shari. she's up in years and has a lover at home whose battling alzheimers. shari is seated on a bench in the par course with a large bull terrier named zebra. both of them are stout and a bit imposing looking, but actually very friendly. shari's spirit animal is a raven. she is unsure of how she will pay her lover's medical bills, though she knows she will do just that.
after some conversation with shari we finish the par course and then go to le video to get a couple of the films on our list. it's a list of films that one of us thinks is amazing, but the other one hasn't seen yet. neither of us know where we will be living in the near future, but the list is a thing that helps us imagine one (a future).
right now josh is in a home in oakland with math. he's loving the neighborhood, though the place sounds ridiculous. there are cracked windows without screens and junk piled up in places. there's a murky fish pond in one of the bathtubs, and yet when math lit a blunt one of the roommates popped his head in to say "we'd prefer if you didn't smoke."
my place is nice, but getting crowded with tension the more time passes without knowing where i'll be next. in my search there have been more than a few questionable homes. twice i've interviewed not with the potential roommates, but with the ones who are leaving. and in another case it was the building owner who met me. in that situation there were notes on every surface, written in a childish scrawl and signed, maria. maria being the owner who does not live there but drops by regularly:
"dont steal other peoples soda or food --maria"
"dirty dishes left in sink will be thrown away --maria"
no thanks, maria.
what is up with people not caring who they live with "as long as you pay rent on time"?
there are nice places too, of course. but there's a lot of people looking right now. san francisco is having a population boom the likes of which remind the city of the dot-com flux. apparently there are a lot of tech jobs opening up here these days and geeks are swarming in from all over.
through all this though i remain astounded that josh is here. he's HERE, in SF, not "there" in LA. he's at my side, reminding me of his love regularly in words and actions.
our mutual friend math says "we are the luckiest."
i agree.
