Thursday, September 23, 2010

Things I can hear from where I sit and type

Rumble rumble
with a breath in and a breath out even though machines don't breath silly goes the dishwasher pushing forward and coming back and again
someone in a car that costs more than some houses gunning it up Santa Monica Blvd
footsteps of bare feet on hardwood floors pat pat pat
murmur murmur next door neighbor in a medium low male voice
now the dishwasher knocks, every couple pulses
pawsteps on hardwood floors pittat pittat pittat

Yesterday's run destination: Montana Ave.

Yesterday's menu:
breakfast: eggs and toast
lunch: leftover chickpeas and spinach
dinner: chili

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