Ten.Two Thousand, Two Hundred & Sixty-Five
Craving hammock time.
I just need to get these done.
Salty snacks for anxiety?
At least when he’s here, you know you’re going to laugh.
She affirms what I’m feeling. I want to lay out on the floor.
More cars than usual parked on the side of the road. Dropped clusters sprawled across upturned earth. I make note of the variation of canopies.
The weekly by-the-glass special is a rosé of Grenache. I get two glasses and take them to the back patio. Quiet and breezy and golden-sun. I should come here more often. This is going to be the new spot, I think.
She does the last handful of serves before the win.
“So it is like a Pink Ladies jacket…”
My one hotdog of the year: No bun. A swirl of ketchup and yellow mustard. One homemade rice krispie treat. A spoonful of cut watermelon. And so it begins.
