Saturday, March 31, 2007

 

No cash under the door this morning!

Believe me, I looked. Probably a hoax, except it's too much money to blow on a hoax. Or maybe some elaborate game that is unraveling. But its been a brighter day in Legless Black Rock.
Thekla sends fruit from Miami, fresh fruit from the Caribbean, fruit I've never heard of. The box arrives - I can smell the postman bringing it upstairs -- it smells like Hawaii, like tropics, mangos, beaches, fresh papaya - sweet - I open the box and perfume fills the apartment. The cats go crazy. Their fur stands up on end as they circle the Evil Fruit Box. I make a startle motion; they go two feet straight up.
George is off to the coast for a week on business, so I'm hunker down and write. Ten pages today, ten pages tomorrow, that's the goal each day. Visit another world, time, and space while in a Simple Bledsoe cast in Brooklyn. I walk up and down the hallway (on crutches, but trying to build up the atrophied muscles) today for a half hour, write for two hours, walk a half hour, etc. I manage to get to the goal: 400 steps. This is quite an achievement, as the hallway is 14 feet long. Tomorrow I'll add on another 100 steps. It's about 900 feet to the subway. Goal: 900 feet by Friday. I keep the ipod blasting, or I will die of Hallway Boredom.
I will take pictures of the tropical fruit tomorrow while I'm thinking about drooling beets, and Tucker. Ah, Tucker!



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