The Lobster Truck, a Gig, and a Yellow Warbler

 

Yesterday I worked from home, and the only noteworthy things were that Travalon and I walked at Jackson's Landing over the lunch hour, and in the afternoon a male rose-breasted grosbeak peered in the window at me for several minutes. I wanted to take a picture but was afraid he'd fly away if I got up to get Travalon's good camera, or even held up my cellphone. In the evening I talked to Tiffy.

Today I was supposed to audit our local's finances, but just before we were going to leave, the guy who looks like a leprechaun called me to say forget it, the audit's off because his car had died and they couldn't get the financial information to the Labor Temple. He asked if I was still going to organizing training from 12-2, and I said no, I have a gig at 2. Also, didn't we have all that organizing training last summer? What was the point of that if we just have to do it all again? So Travalon and I were heading up to Waunakee to find the lobster truck in front of a wine bar when the Leprechaun called me again to say the audit was back on. Since it was scheduled to start in two minutes, I said, "I can't get there!" He said they could wait until noon, and I said, "What about the organizing training?" and he said they could delay that, but I was like, "No, we're on our way to somewhere else now." At first I felt a bit guilty about blowing them off, but once we were sitting outside in the shade, eating lobster and drinking cherry vodka lemonade as yacht rock played, I had no regrets. That drink made me happy in a way that usually only infused drinks do, but I do remember being happy other times I have done day drinking, so maybe I'm just someone who can't drink alcohol in the evening. One drink at noon, and I'm super happy. Then we took a walk at Jackson's Landing, and we saw some blooming swamp irises. Here's a good one.

Travalon dropped me off a little early at my gig at a retirement community, so I sat outside in the shade, playing Irish fiddle tunes until some of my band mates arrived, including an emerita one who was wearing a T-shirt that said: "The Walleye Street Journal." The gig went okay, although I felt a bit like our leader was talking to the audience like they were the fourth graders she used to teach. Then I noticed that my FitBit was back down to 20%. What the hey? I had just charged it up all the way on Wednesday! Maybe letting the battery get so low that day has really ruined it.

Travalon and I went home, and I charged my FitBit as a yellow warbler peered in the window at us and sang.

I am not sure why birds are looking in our window two days in a row, but it's also been two days in a row that the coyotes are howling outside after dark. Last night they went really crazy when an emergency vehicle went by with its sirens blaring. Then Travalon and I went to my future parking lot to check out train graffiti and a mural.

Tiffy called to say she was in town, so Travalon dropped me off downtown and went to a World War II movie, while Tiffy and I waited in her sister's apartment for our other college friend. (She's actually Tiffy's high school friend.) I saw a swirly cloud from the apartment.

When our friend came, we went to the nearby Indian restaurant for dinner and joked about how we should all dress as pirates for my dad's funeral, since my brother said you can find him where the pirates are. I actually am not sure what I'm going to wear, so it's probably time to wrap this up and figure that out.

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