As much as it hurts to step out of the warm coccoon at 5:30am, I love being awake. And to think that it's not even noon and I have had what feels like a full day already, it's amazing.
The other night I dreamt about grocery shopping with Adina. We were thinking about making lunches, so we were getting a lot of really good cheeses and olives and the means to make baked goods. And then we walked by the seafood section and there was Robin Williams, chowing down on some mussels. After sucking the slimy little guys out of the shells, you could deposit the empties into this tubular garbage can, kind of like those 'butt-out' smoking stations. I put a whole one in my mouth and crunched down on it, almost breaking my teeth. Immediately I started spitting the debris into the can, slobbering the disgusting juices everywhere. It was awful. Robin thought I was really rude. I think the mussel had gone bad. It reminded me of being in China Beach Provincial Park this summer, finding a clam that was fully closed up and lying on the beach. Trying so hard to pry it open, only to have it burst out the putrid mess of liquified mussel, bright orange and hot gooey gross all over our hands. Do you remember that? We screamed and dropped it, ran to wash our hands in the trickle of a waterfall coming mysteriously out of the rock face. We collected a slew of shiny shells and also crab and crayfish legs. We left the little baggy on the picnic table while we hiked. We came back to catch a big black bird eating up the crab legs! We tried shooing him away but those tasty treats were toast. I had collected them to paint their portraits, but they were really stinky anyway- it's probably for the best. That was a nice day.
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