working from home, communicating solely via e-mails or instant messages, not a word can be heard for long periods of time. sometimes i moan or sigh or cough, but those are just noises. i've never been in a monastery,
but this must be what it's like (minus the whole holy part), this silence thing. mike was already gone by the time i woke up at 9am, off to take the bar exam down at the world trade center in boston. like yesterday, i had leftover cupcakes for lunch. the only time i left the house today was to run a few errands, cash some checks, pick up a few birthday cards.
on forest street i saw a massive trellis of morning glories. "he does this every year," a man suddenly appeared from behind a bush, "they go all the way up to the roof." next to the morning glories was a beautiful front lawn vegetable garden. coming back, i bumped into my neighbor renee, who locked me in a long street conversation. a pretty neighbor with exposed midriff briefly distracted me as she walked by us with her dog. during the conversation i found out renee was actually demonstrating in the free speech zone monday morning and that a young matt damon used to be a tenant in her condo.
i didn't go down to boston again today, figuring i had enough DNC action already, and would have a better time watching it on television instead. my mother came to visit briefly, told me she and my father are going camping again this weekend, and gave me a canvas courier bag she'd bought up in maine. after she left, mike came back from a day's worth of testing. while he ate the dinner he had brought, i cooked up some ramen. we watched some DNC coverage on television before he shut himself in the bedroom for some studying. i let him borrow my cellphone again, since his phone doesn't have an alarm clock feature.
john edwards rock. maybe he should be president instead. hope is on the way!