12/28/25

 

I go to Ann Arbor and park a few blocks from the Red Rooster party store. I attend some kind of meeting and then can't find my way back to the car. I go into a restaurant and ask a waiter for directions. He says it's seven blocks away but he has trouble telling me what direction to go. Then it starts to sprinkle. 

I'm in a jazz club. The band is playing and the leader plays sax and guitar. I made some picks for him out of a pumpkin. Here's a bunch of the pumpkin left and I slice it up. We decide it's too stringy to use for guitar pick or to eat. 

I'm in the lobby of a hotel. I had just started taking flamenco dancing lessons. I show off to Zubes the steps I've learned.