3 July
Well, yesterday was a much more exhausting day than it would have been had I spent it at work! On the other hand, it was much cooler than had I spent it at my house.
It was a darkroom extravaganza. On the way over I passed through Union Square and picked up some cherries at the Farmer's Market, and by the time I got to the darkroom I was so very hot that I (once I got in my little room) took off my jeans and developed Cynthia's headshots in my underwear while eating the sweetest cherries that I've ever eaten in my life.
I tried to remember to put my pants back on when I left the room, of course.
So I spent three hours on Cynthia's headshots and then the next six on Michelle and Marq's wedding pictures, and managed to do about 33 of them. Lord knows that there's something like seventy or eighty left, but I've made a start.
So on Thursday I was walking down my street to the van and I had just turned the corner to the avenue when I looked at my arm and realized that I had put my shirt on inside out.
I thought, somewhat whinily, "I don't wanna go all the way back to my house just to turn my shirt right-side out!" as I went back onto my quiet little street.
On the other hand, I didn't much want to change right in the middle of the street. I mean, my bra is like most people wear halter-tops, and I'm an actor so I'll change anywhere, but I didn't want to have my shirt off just at the very moment someone came out of their house.
So I decided to duck between two houses in a little alley, and just as I took one step in that direction, I heard this booming voice say "Can I help you?"
So I stepped back out and it was the old man who lived in that house, the old man who is always looking suspiciously from his screen porch as though everyone is a burglar.
I sure can pick 'em, ain't?
So I figured, no point making up a story when the truth is so stupid, and besides I was already embarrassed by getting caught so why not just follow through, and said "I just realized that I put my shirt on inside out and I didn't want to go all the way back to my house so I was going into your alley for just three seconds to turn my shirt right-side out!"
He said, "Uh, okay," and I ducked in, whipped my shirt off, whipped it back on, and was back in the street before you could say Jack Robinson. I came out and said "I really gotta turn on more lights when I get dressed in the morning!"
He didn't say anything. I'm pretty certain that he thought that I was a burglar with the worst cover story in the world!
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I don't know about that horoscope. I'm kinda planning on spending the day with my feet in the wading pool. I mean it'll make a difference to me, but I don't know about the big scene.
The big scene may have to fend for itself.
I just hit my head on the pointy part of a rusty nail (don't ask) and Fran put hydrogen peroxide and triple antibiotic cream on it, so I'm probably fine but if I don't update tomorrow, I'm dead.
Stay tuned!
Today's horoscope:
You need to affect the big scene. Contribute to the world, share an ideal, further a cause, give to charity or do something to make a difference.
One year ago today:
I suddenly had this picture of myself, flitting around the city like a fairy, influencing people's lives for the better!
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