Thursday, August 21

Wednesday Night.

I gathered tomatoes in a long gauze skirt. Yellow and green and red. Cherry and ripe and fallen from the vine. Banished a horned tomato worm. Little, still, but dangerous.

I am caramelizing onions for dinner. Pizza-type things with fresh tomatoes, onions and goat cheese. Salad with garbanzos and tonno in olive oil and fresh herbs.

It is just past seven and I am determined to get something done by 8. This day can’t be a complete waste. If it weren’t so warm I would make fortune cookies. Speak Chinese. Grey.

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