Seems to be the mood of the week in euphamistic form. So back to the blogging and violin playing, something ANYTHING to keep the mind occupied. Prelude from Suite No. 1 for unaccompanied cello (arranged for violin); somewhat learned (check), happier (no check), moodier (check).
Fifty cent novel stand by, ps. I love you. Normally a “gag-me” but now finished sniffles and all.. right gag me.. yeah.. ::blows nose::
House Mates awwww… housemates.. glass of wine (check), group painting (check), better? (somewhat yes). Day 2 ::hit snooze:: ::hit snooze:: (Shit hits the fan) ::Hit snooze maybe 8 times more…:: Housemates convince me out of the house (check).
Five minutes of Barting and 30 minutes of walking we arrived at this cafe clear out in what Yogi (not his real name) calls the “Alabama Mission.” 2 blocks away from Mission Cliffs. Another “who knew” kind of experience – Rockabilly meets I’m Hippy-Edu-Hip. She a beatle shirted, tatt’d cashier waits while I inhale the menu (hrm…. rice noodle salad,mushrom sandwich, apple sage arrugala tomato pesto pizza… OOOOoo yes!)
Can’t help but think that the boy would like this place.. ::sigh:: erhm
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