Recipe for a weird and long week (รก la cocktail):
-Take 2 Master's applications to complete, along with 2 letters of recommendations each, and the obligatory APA-syled application essay.
-Throw in the crafting of a GoFundMe page for a friend dealing with cancer.
-Mash alongside a slowly creeping to suddenly incapacitating trigeminal pain; consider a trip to the ER, medicate overnight, then alleviate with a deep root canal.
-Add a sprinkling of several interview meetings, one great, one challenging, and one very promising intro talk.
-Optional: splash 4 bird prints on the north-facing window in the early morning for added effect.
-Garnish with a death in the family, and serve over an impromptu Friday night discussion on difficult parenting situations over tacos and margaritas.
This morning we embarked under the bright Saturday sun with our bags and masks and assortment of writing implements - arriving at Antidote we sat outside, reading & slowly getting caffeinated. I opened a book on brainwashing, while she opened one called Blood & Guts in High School. Two boorish dudes who spoke of boorish things sitting near us got tired and left. Dogs came and went. We enjoyed the croissants and the fan blowing our way, until the heat got so we moved indoors to write some uncreative poetry.
A small girl with a colorful mask and cute curls stopped by and played with us a bit while her parents got their coffee. She laughed and made eyes. On her way out, she sweetly patted a happy dog, and then waved goodbye to it a bit too close to its face. The dog didn't seem to mind.
On the roof of the house next door, two squirrels chase each other.
I went to the bathroom where I imagined doing very dirty things with Mi Cachorra. When it was her turn to go, I tasked her with sending me something dirty, and she danced and showed me her desire, playful, giving, always fresh. In the background, Tiger Lilies songs mix alongside a Metallica cover of Unforgiven (unplugged). I love Mi Chachorra, and I love our new life here.
