Sunday: coffee, yoga, Stafford Lake, hot hot heat, shower, thunder rolls, Let Love Rule — Lenny Kravitz (stuck in my head for weeks), laundry, smoothie, egg salad, out for cat food.
Long before sunrise, I heard a scratching at the front door followed by a thud. The door swung open and I heard the hinges creak and something larger than our petite cat stroll in. It went straight for the cat’s dish. It was likely a raccoon but I couldn’t be sure and couldn’t make a fuss with flashlights and banging pots since the whole house would have woken. Eventually, I fell asleep. Thunder rolled in at noon, not long after I heated up leftover Chinese food in the oven: rice, scallion pancakes, and vegetable dumplings.
“Is it hard to take photos like that?” We were driving home from a long-winded trip to the doctor’s office, arcade, bookstore, and market. I held my camera in my left hand, facing the side window. I clicked the shutter along Route 9 without taking my eyes off the road ahead. “Yeah, you really shouldn’t do this while driving.” “How do you make a picture?” “You have to make a record of light with a camera, either with a digital sensor or with film.” “Can I have a camera? I want to take pictures too.”
The kitchen was hot long before I turned the oven on. I cooked noodles and tomato sauce topped with Parmesan and green peas for dinner. When I pulled the buttered bread from the oven, I burned my fingers on the steam. The little one ate with his hands and when he was good and covered in sauce, he slicked his hair with sauce. Some nights are meant for salads and popsicles, no oven time, tonight was one of them.