I’m emotional icing.
—Jack Kimball
Lunch on Highway One. The boats
come and go. Grey
Whale Cove Beach
not less perfect in the morning haze. So
far to decompressing.
The last living room
window gets replaced (afraid it’ll pop out
and slice someone in half down below...)...
Step six of six: waiting for items to copy.
A very sobering fact.
Scratch that. It’s
just plain maddening watching the boats
come and go. Too much
food in the belly
driving to Lovers’ Point, slowing down
around Homescapes, my favorite
furniture store in the world...
The turding gulls and the schools of
fish and our teeming selves must
certainly stir up an overly dramatic
vista. Surely
somebody
is watching.
Wax flowers are harsh.
—Jack Kimball
