i went to the garden this morning to water my plants, as usual. coming back, i talked with mea, the woman who owns the house adjacent to the community garden. "what happened to your leg?" she asked. i told her my sad story, getting into a motorcycle accident, the broken foot that never heals. she seemed pretty knowledgeable about the whole subject; that's because she broke her wrist one summer. i then bumped into ed on my street. he asked about the foot as well. "6 more weeks," i told him with a shrug. he gave me a packet of lettuce seeds he found in his house. he also showed me his backyard, which surprisingly he keeps in an immaculately well-maintained condition. later we were just chatting. i never knew it before, but this guy has the most interesting stories! accounts of finding alligator skulls, or spotting a giant boa constrictor, or shark attacks, or horrible motorcycle accidents - these really macho tales.
it was pretty hot today but no so humid, so i got by with just a box fan blowing in my general direction. i kept on changing where i was sitting, alternating between the couch and armchair, trying to find that cool spot. it was hot enough that i saw some neighbors walking around the street wearing their bikinis.
i did an hour of bug fixing for client S and answered some questions over the phone for client N. in the evening i had the rest of my chinese dumplings from last night while watching burn notice. i made my own sauce, just a simple combination of soy sauce, vietnamese hot sauce, and some chopped garlic.