Seis meses, no tequila, no cervazas

I sent an email to Jose saying I was glad to hear that things were looking up. The previous email from him sounded gruesome, but now Marcelo was recovering, Jose, himself, was healthy, and his crops were in. He planted corn, beans, and pumpkins. I asked him how are Lorena and the baby were doing.

Things went well in Washington. Morgan and I reconciled immediately at the airport. He graduated, and we paid our last tuition bill, for him anyway. I didn’t see Kevin Bacon, but Matt said he did. We went to Seattle. We hung out in Olympia, and it didn't rain the whole time we were there. We all had a good time at various points on the trip.

If the rain continues, Jose expects to return to California as soon as his crops are established. I've been working on the sidewalk beside the house and experimenting with grout colors. I want to have the grouting done on the patio soon. I still have the walkways in the front yard that need to be finished. I need to finish the decks in the backyard, and I need to trim trees. I don't know how much I can afford to do.

Seis meses, no tequila, no cervaza!

We were in the produce department of Windmill Market carrying green plastic baskets shopping for fruits and vegetables. There were nectarines and melons, peppers, tomatoes, cucumbers, and squash. I was picking out peppers. I asked Morgan to get some squash. There were three kinds: zucchini, yellow crookneck, and green summer.

He said he didn’t know what kind to get.

I told him to just get an assortment.

He wandered around the produce bins picking out onions and avocados. I wondered if he would actually ignore me. I put a bag of yellow, red, and green peppers in my basket and walked over to the dairy case. His basket was resting on the scale between the onions and tomatoes. I thought I should tell him to take it off because the scale wasn’t made to hold that much weight and because it was disrespectful to other customers, but I didn’t. I walked back to the produce section without buying any cheese. Morgan was looking over tomatillos and avocados

Did you get the squash, Morgan? I asked. I knew he hadn’t.

I don’t like squash, he said.

Well, just because you don’t like it doesn’t mean you can’t touch it, I said as I got a plastic bag and walked over to the squash sitting in the vegetable case.

I am crippled by anxiety. Karl was crippled by anxiety. He found Jesus. Caitlin said she wondered if it wasn’t easier to be a Christian, but later said that she and Hyland were talking about becoming Buddhist.

There is no Santa Claus. Caitlin was saying that the image of the Buddha as a fat man was wrong. That representation was actually a fourth century Buddhist priest who went around China doing good deeds and giving gifts to the poor. Santa Claus nailed to a cross. The Buddha was thin.

Outside one of the neighbors is using a leaf blower. It’s Sunday morning for Christ’s sake.

A three horsepower pencil sharpener. It was large enough to put a point on a stick.

Not a Singularity, the Singularity.