1715 Zinnia. We have history.
Sleep music plays as I write. I may be addicted to needing something "playing" in the background while sleeping. It brings back a memory of Jen traveling with Deane and Martin and the need for TV noise all night. Which is crazier? I didn't grow up with access to the ocean, forest, crickets, frogs, city sounds or anything- we just had the noise of our surroundings. But the dead, still silence of night is deafening. So, I choose crickets. It reminds me of bringing in onckets outside my apartment and I got a few weeks of evenings with their performance.. Yet I digress; the BMW sale got punted to Sat in Los Gatos. That's fine. I remain confident it will sell. I went by Mom's instead to get her online for a meeting and to see what I could do to make it easier. The "jazz in the plaza" outing was nice. The band was good, but not my expectation, yet to be starting another summer season and be having this experience all seem's idyllic. It's all in how one looks at things. I got another PM ride in. Ended up at 17 15. How removed such crucial history feels when looking back. Friends, lovers, and roomates colluded her for several years before moving to Shady View. I seem to pay more attention in hindsight. Don't we always?