Finally others started seeing what I was seeing. He had a great characters and wrote outstanding political thrillers. And now, he and his characters are all gone - way way way way too soon. Shit.
On Monday from 11:00-11:30, the pool was packed. Today, same time, I had a lane to myself the whole time. It was great.
Then I came home, dumped my suit and towel and headed over to the market. I wasn't that into but felt a neighborly obligation. I'm very glad I did. The vendors were very cool. One stuck a cherry in my hand - that was good but too sour. So I asked he had sweet ones and he said 2 weeks and I said I'll be back! I got bagels from the fresh bagel guy. And half sour pickles. I've been looking for half sour pickles in this town since forever with zero luck. I got some today and they are de.li.cious. I got market bucks which I honestly don't understand but you give them $15 and they give you $15 worth of paper good only on food in the market. I figure I'll use it eventually and I did get a nice shopping bag but mainly I wanted to let them know we were glad they came.
Then I rounded the corner to get a paper from the Real Change guy and came on home. I was glad I made the whole effort.
Front door TV network is full of clean up today. Scaffolding people and trash/clean up people. The fire caused damage in 3 units and one hallway. I'm ever so grateful that I didn't get to participate!