I had to go to the post office before leaving Long Beach, I’ve been meaning to shed some weight. I sent the last two rocks home to Ava, Oregon and California, as well as my Holey Toledough T-shirt. I also sent home my hammock and big, heavy U-lock, probably 5 pounds of combined weight off my bike. But, I also had to send home the print Catherine gave me. A while ago she did a painting of a banana penetrating a glazed donut, two very important things in my life just getting it on.
She made an edition of prints of the sexy food scene and she was kind enough to give me one. If I could’ve framed and displayed it on my bike I would’ve but, I’ll see it again when I get home, I’m sure my family will get a kick out of it. The post office was quite busy, this is a busy time of year for them, the holidays. I like that though, I like seeing the post office utilized, I like seeing people send Christmas cheer. This post office was a bit odd, the tellers were behind an inch of glass, bullet proof, I assume. It kind of took away from the experience of interaction, I don’t know. Oh well.
Outside, a homeless woman pushing a cart asked about my bike, asked if I had a pump. I did, she had a flat tire. I pumped it back up for her, the air stayed and her day got a little better. She muttered something about not having eaten in a couple days so I gave her an orange and a bag of crackers and some granola bars and she was off. I was happy to do it. I didn’t need all that food anyway, I have places to stay for the next few days or so.
I left the city by late morning, rode on the paved path right along the beach, the somewhat standard scenario for everyday now. I’ve seen quite a few piers by this point but, I was still excited to see Huntington Beach Pier in person. I’ve seen so many photos of that place from Ed and Deanna Templeton. I wish I could’ve stumbled upon them there but, they were in Japan.
The pier was a lot quieter than I’d ever seen it in Ed’s photos but, it was a cold, gray, windy day in November. I watched the sun set and admired the residual glow like an ember in the lower half of the sky before I continued the rest of the way to Quintin’s house, another dood I met through Warm Showers. I had dinner with him and his two boys, Caden and Chase, 14 and 11 I believe. A fire crackled in the fireplace.
The four of us, plus Moby, the dog and Cat, the cat watched Superman after dinner. I almost fell asleep on the couch, I took the opportunity to go to bed when the kids did.
She made an edition of prints of the sexy food scene and she was kind enough to give me one. If I could’ve framed and displayed it on my bike I would’ve but, I’ll see it again when I get home, I’m sure my family will get a kick out of it. The post office was quite busy, this is a busy time of year for them, the holidays. I like that though, I like seeing the post office utilized, I like seeing people send Christmas cheer. This post office was a bit odd, the tellers were behind an inch of glass, bullet proof, I assume. It kind of took away from the experience of interaction, I don’t know. Oh well.
I left the city by late morning, rode on the paved path right along the beach, the somewhat standard scenario for everyday now. I’ve seen quite a few piers by this point but, I was still excited to see Huntington Beach Pier in person. I’ve seen so many photos of that place from Ed and Deanna Templeton. I wish I could’ve stumbled upon them there but, they were in Japan.
The pier was a lot quieter than I’d ever seen it in Ed’s photos but, it was a cold, gray, windy day in November. I watched the sun set and admired the residual glow like an ember in the lower half of the sky before I continued the rest of the way to Quintin’s house, another dood I met through Warm Showers. I had dinner with him and his two boys, Caden and Chase, 14 and 11 I believe. A fire crackled in the fireplace.
The four of us, plus Moby, the dog and Cat, the cat watched Superman after dinner. I almost fell asleep on the couch, I took the opportunity to go to bed when the kids did.
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