Free Write
Life just doesn’t seem that good right now; the overall architecture is wrong. There’s too much work and not enough friends; too much worrying and not enough self improvement. There is definitely too much “poor me” and a great lack of community. The bigger picture is dreary indeed.
The building blocks are there, however. Wake up with a beautiful woman, water the garden, enjoy how much cooler it is in the back yard. Running water is soothing to the just awoken ear. A hot shower and comfortable shoes, Fluevogs, well worn. Read the news on the bus.
Downtown Oakland is beautiful. A city struggling to pull itself out of the past, it brings the decent and wise looking civic design of the fifties with it. The wind kicks up on 12th, cools my head. A cup of coffee. Two cups of coffee. Good Mexican food, very good barbeque, and great Thai. The Fox, the Paramount. Sitting in Preservation Park with a friend and a to-go box, looking at the sky bridge in the Ronnie D building.
Walk by Alexander’s market on the way to Great Western; Alex says hello. At the gym, lots of gym friends, shared space and common interests. A slow warm up to soothe the tendons and then lost in 4s, 5s, and 6s. Chalk and sweat run together like milk. Nervously crush chalk blocks while waiting. Another hot shower. Maybe a bike ride.
Music; today Mastodon. Tomorrow, who knows. Wander shirtless around the house. Greens from the garden for dinner with a side of anticipation; garlic harvest soon. Cribbage. The dreaded double double and fours in the count. Planning, always planning. Mark the winner, write a to-do list. Two cups of tea and more news. Fall asleep with a sweet kiss and a hot body.
It’s all there, every day.
The building blocks are there, however. Wake up with a beautiful woman, water the garden, enjoy how much cooler it is in the back yard. Running water is soothing to the just awoken ear. A hot shower and comfortable shoes, Fluevogs, well worn. Read the news on the bus.
Downtown Oakland is beautiful. A city struggling to pull itself out of the past, it brings the decent and wise looking civic design of the fifties with it. The wind kicks up on 12th, cools my head. A cup of coffee. Two cups of coffee. Good Mexican food, very good barbeque, and great Thai. The Fox, the Paramount. Sitting in Preservation Park with a friend and a to-go box, looking at the sky bridge in the Ronnie D building.
Walk by Alexander’s market on the way to Great Western; Alex says hello. At the gym, lots of gym friends, shared space and common interests. A slow warm up to soothe the tendons and then lost in 4s, 5s, and 6s. Chalk and sweat run together like milk. Nervously crush chalk blocks while waiting. Another hot shower. Maybe a bike ride.
Music; today Mastodon. Tomorrow, who knows. Wander shirtless around the house. Greens from the garden for dinner with a side of anticipation; garlic harvest soon. Cribbage. The dreaded double double and fours in the count. Planning, always planning. Mark the winner, write a to-do list. Two cups of tea and more news. Fall asleep with a sweet kiss and a hot body.
It’s all there, every day.