July 9: Raven and I were disappointed to see the lack of sentence-long titles in the romance section of Barnes & Noble. We gave up trying to find the silliest sounding title and took a break in the cafe where we brainstormed name ideas for her proposed Etsy store and a girl at the next table did five minute sketches of our poses.
July 10: I have learned to sleep through garbage trucks, school bells, and angry people picking fights with a mailbox dropbox. But in the suburbs, I had trouble falling asleep here because it is too quiet. I woke up in the middle of the night and was unable to drift back to sleep because the silence felt so empty, like I was completely alone in the dark stillness.
July 11: We took all the dogs out for a walk and one block of the sidewalk was suddenly infested wit the most amount of cockroaches I had ever seen in my life. We yanked on the dogs’ leashes and urged them forward. We took quick steps to get out of there and hoped that whatever crunch we felt under our feet were just berries from the trees around us.
July 12: Heidi spent weeks picking and drying saffron during her time in Italy, but had never eaten any because of how expensive it is. We made a full dinner using saffron in everything and it took two days for me to convince her to just try one piece by itself to see what it tasted like.
July 13: We sat around the living room table playing tv show theme songs and trying to see who could recognize it the fastest. It did not work out as well as I had hoped when I played the theme to Bill Nye the Science Guy.
July 14: The All-Alaskan racing pigs were surprisingly graceful as they ran around the sawdust track. When they leapt over the hurdles, their legs stretched out and their ears tucked behind their heads to make them more aerodynamic like expertly folded paper airplanes.
July 15: Carl Baldwin was barefoot as he led us around The Velveteria. The velvet paintings ranged from the expected unicorns and sad clowns to truly beautiful portraits of backlit women and an Egyptian sarcophagus. There was an Elvis corner, a wall of freaks, a blacklight room, a room full of naked women, and a bathroom filled with paintings of various political figures on the John.
July 16: We listened to Eddie Izzard’s autobiography on the drive back to San Francisco. It was like having a really chatty friend in the backseat that wouldn’t let us get a word into the conversation.
much love,
hedgie
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