Today was not a bad day. As I left the house I realized I wasn’t sure where my 1st lesson was supposed to take place because the girl’s mother told me that they might be moving this weekend but she would call me and let me know. She hadn’t called so I figured I’d just go to the same place and hope for the best, but she called just before I got to the Metro and said they were, indeed, still there.
I just downloaded this picture from Google, but I’m pretty sure it’s the same guy
I got there and the lift was out of order so I had to walk up 5 flights but that’s O.K., a bit of morning exercise. Had a really nice lesson, she’s a very motivated girl. Their apartment was in a bit of a jumble, they moved this afternoon.
Then I came home, jonesing for a joint, and Helena had hidden my box of goodies. So, I had to call her to find out where and she told me not to smoke in the flat, because my Mother in Law was coming and, in fact, showed up about two minutes later, so that plan was on hold.
But then she (my Mother in Law) went into the center, because there was an event at the shopping center where H works and the kids were in the fashion show, so all was good.
I still had to leave the flat to smoke, though, so I went to the park in front of Invalidovna, (the semi-derelict old building where Hell Boy was filmed), a park where I have written many of my better poems, and sat there.
It was a lovely Indian Summer (or Babileto, meaning Grandmother’s Summer) day. There was a bald, almost bikerish looking guy wearing shorts and walking his big, black Labrador, he had one of the ball throwing things that are a bit like an adapted LaCrosse stick, and on a converging path were two very respectable looking middle aged ladies with some kind of miniature poodle.
The poodle got right into the game, even got the ball, and soon he and the labrador were best friends, chasing each other and the ball. Tiny dog with the heart of a hero and big dog with a heart of total marshmallow, became best friends and then parted as their owner’s paths converged and then separated moments later, making the most of a sweet window of opportunity.
Then I had to visit a few bookstores, looking for a language book the student’s mother specifically wants. Didn’t find it, but an afternoon spent browsing in bookstores is always a pleasant afternoon, and on the way I saw a guy in a horse’s head, playing the keyboards.
That’s something the world needs more of.
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