Day after elections. The elections were interesting. Not. The results could be interesting. Or not.
This is one of those days when I feel so absolutely rotten I refuse to do anything at all. Just sit in sun on balcony.
A man walks buy--black hat, jacket, black briefcase, carrying a pizza.
There goes a long gray pickup truck, short bed with topper. A taxi. Another. A woman wearing long-sleeved black top and black slacks. It's rather hot for that. A silver station wagon with Learner sign on top. More cars, white and silver. A bus. Two black cars. A white van. More cars. A motorcycle.
It's too bright out. I need sunglasses. I've got my eyes shaded by pulling my scarf down to my nose.
Birds are chirping but I don't see them.
Truck, car. They never stop. The earth never stops either. Whether I live or die, everything just keeps going on. Without me. Do I exist? I'd like to do more than exist. Like be effective somehow.
A man carrying a big box and pulling a little white dog on a long leash. Sometimes the dog pulls him.
A car with color! - neutralish metallic red. Most vehicles are white, black, or silver, so when there is a colored one, I notice. Now a brown one. Now a neutral greenish one.
There goes a woman wearing a long flannel shirt. Too hot for that. There goes a car with a sunroof. What are sunroofs for, anyway? And there's a young woman in a turqoise T-shirt and a white back pack. She has black frizzy hair like I have wished I had. Mine is too flat. But it is a bit fuller now after not combing it for five days. Maybe I should try dredlocks. Have you ever seen a 65-year-old red-haired woman with dredlocks?
Dad is in the kitchen eating munchies. I bought a bag for him and one for me. I'm saving mine for a special occasion.
There goes a delivery motorcycle. And another.
Lots of orange flowers across the way in containers. Down the street a Judas tree (redbud) in full bloom. Three more people wearing black. It's too hot for black, don't they know? Yet I've done it myself. Black is such a conveninent color for clothes.
For cats too. Speaking of which, my favorite street cat is back. She is black with specks of orange. She is a very sensible cat--always knows exactly what she is doing. She is a bit more relaxed now that she is not nursing kittens.
Okay, thirty minutes in the sun is more than enough.
But there goes an Amigo tour bus, turquoise, orange and white. And finally a very RED car.
Bye now.
Hey, I actually feel better now. Was it the sun or the RED car?
