The Round Number
Tuesday April 14th 2015, 11:20 pm
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2300. Couldn’t have planned it. When I sleep, and wake, and press play on Pat Metheny’s Map of the World, the play count will click over to 57.5 times tomorrow’s new decade. From a dinner at Perbacco and a visit to Bulgarian Bar, to a walk in the park with my son and some top-notch sushi. I don’t really recall the decade before, though I can place it amidst flats rented and classes taken, people dated and friends gained and lost. This last stretch, though. Fucking ‘ell of a 10 years. Thoughtful, as it’s an occasion to be thoughtful. But the scotch bites and numbs, a coyote howls in the distance, and my family sleep in beds and crates and cribs. “Spend it wisely,” she wrote, an unexpectedly insightful bit of wisdom from a friend. I think I have. Writing in the morning, an afternoon wtih himself, a walk, some piano, some narrative, and the quiet of the night and my own thoughts. Not so very different from so very long ago. And yet. Anyway, I’m thinking Guisado’s for lunch. Because I can.


And so the last weekend of a decade passes thusly. Errands, work, walk, drinks. Eat, narrative, more narrative. Walk, errands, play, narrative, eat, drink. Bustling, walk, music, drinks, eat, narrative, drink.

Much reflecting of late, as the decade ticks around again, but he looks up at me. Not much by way of conclusion, nor thoughts that add up to anything in particular. I’ll take it, I guess.