And you think I have it bad
T started his house renovation in February of 2005. We’re always comparing notes. He drove by this morning when I was walking the Bean – he’s been in Colorado – it was good to see him. I wanted to give him a hug but I was sweaty and he looked freshly showered having already gotten his bike ride in and gone for iced coffee to PJs in the Can. He said while he was gone his project supervisor died.
I laughed. I didn’t mean too – then he laughed.
This is truly absurd – renovating a house in New Orleans right now – what goes on?
Later I rode my bike to the Gentilly circle to look at the John Scott sculpture and I saw his car in the driveway – I was going to go in and see what progress has happened – but I was in a mood to be by myself so I kept riding.
He’s another mystery – is he a dog like J says or is he shy like he says. Who knows?