On the beach, flying kites. S has a nice one up, and is getting ready to put line laundry on it. I pull it down, it whips around and I put it back up. A bunch of people show up and I start setting up a 1.5, but the sticks are big. I look up and S’s kite is gone. We look around to see what happened.
At home, one of our cats is dying, orange fur, meowing. It’s skinny, and the fur is getting redder. It starts crying and I comfort it.
Driving fast down Sterncrest. I pull up to a house at the far end, go around the driveway, pick up the owner. He starts taking about how he maintains things. I take him to our old house to see how we did it.
Going to my room to get things moved in. It’s down a corridor with shops and stuff. I step up and the door is locked. A guy inside opens it up and I think about moving stuff to the front, but stay here.
Driving home, south in the carpool lane. Come to a complicated intersection, with cross traffic. I take the left cutoff, while card going right are stopping and crashing all over the place, both ways. Make the turn, and the road runs out into a field, right by the freeway I need to get to. Walk over to a bus stop to take the bus the rest of the way. Some guy is there and he’s creepy. We get on the bus and go to a warehouse. The guy is talking about all sorts of stuff. We go in and mess around with stuff, then leave. A family is closing the doors, but I get out before they’re locked. A cop comes and asks me about the guy-apparently he killed someone and they’re looking for evidence. We go back upstairs and the cop gathers evidence and asks me questions.
Text E saying we should stay in this fancy suite at a hotel downtown some time. S and I are in the suite waiting for E, and I’m worrying that we can’t afford it. It’s a super nice place. Go downstairs to cancel the room, and a bunch of people are there. The train is late, and the people rush over to the platform when the train arrives. I go into a room and mess around with setting up a display. We walk outside to the desk to cancel the room, and the guy says it’s $100, and we can’t afford it. It’s also $5 for the chain, and we pay that, and the guy says the rest is corporate policy, and we can ignore it.
Walk up to a restaurant, hang over one of the registers, someone says to stop, as you can’t work the other register. Leave because I haven’t taken lunch and my shift is almost over. Go to a thrift store nearby. Come back and everything is closed up.
Going back to town, think about which way to go. Finally go a shortcut and sit to wait for my ride, because they took the long way. 2 guys come up, one kicks dust and dirt at me, the other takes a wild swing. I evade it easily.
Backstage listening to the tape of me playing bass with Rush. The guitar sounds like a failing guitar hero. I’m playing really simple lines. Alex says, “it’s just not the same.”
At 1023, there are planes flying low down first street, and all over the place. It’s chaotic, and then some machine slices the house in half. We run outside, and the guy says it’s too bad and there’s no help from anyone to repair it.
At a tiny studio (Pat from Nirvana’s?). Going to play guitar, but only 1 string, so switch to keyboard. I start playing, but it’s mushy. There’s plastic over the keys. I peel some off, and someone takes a ton more off. It plays great, but I don’t think they like what I’m playing.
Go across a lake, Erika F is in a room and asks me why I’m there. I’m start back and Susan S asks me if I have a birthday present for her. I tell her it’s at home.
In a room, waiting to get into a show. Hang out, listen to some guy get a refund. Go to the window and ask for one too. He says OK and asks why. I say I couldn’t get a date. Walk over to a pile of gear. A kid is setting it up-he’s with the band We talk about stuff..
Talking with a woman about the fact that the commandment to love one another means everyone, even the most despicable. And that it’s like you love yourself.