Dalila, Dalila

Yesterday I left the house and walked to my usual corner. I waited on the corner for the bus, under the shade of an apartment complex. My back was tired so i leaned on a brick wall. A freshly painted brick wall. So I got white paint on my only work shirt. I was really angry about it until I started thinking about the mentos commercial where the same thing happens to the man on the way to a job interview.

I got to work and no one seemed to notice the paint. One of the aestheticians from next door saw the gnarled scar on my finger and feigned concern, (my finger is pretty much healed now so I decided yesterday to stop wearing my band-aid), she showed similar concern for my red peeling skin on my nose the day before. She must think I'm a wreck. That was really it for work. Started conversing in French with my euro manager. I spoke to a server in the break room while we were eating. She asked how old i was. She divulged that she thought I was 18. "Throw your shoulders back and project yourself", the delivery was equivalent to a plea to "get-yo'self-together" end.

I have Sunday off, I will most-likely go hiking. The weather has been interesting here lately, we've seen edge effects from the north american monsoon. Last weekend when my friends were in town it actually started to rain. I was on the bus and the driver even turned on the wipers. No one else on the bus seemed to care. Lawns are maintained by automated watering regimes and Mexicans. Water comes from pipes. I left the bus and the sidewalks were still pale. Sidewalk color to me is a sure litmus test to whether or not rainfall is significant in southern california. Tropical depression dalila was churning off the coast of baja but it has since died and will soon be to weak to operate under its own power. It will be carried by the prevailing westerlies and will likely bring showers here or more likely just make it really fucking muggy for a few days. August comes in a few days. The maximum average daily high temperature is on August 6th.

I am trying not to anticipate a dramatic transition into fall as i can remember 90+ days well into October. When rain comes I will be dancing and singing quietly in my mind. I will take-in the chemical slurry that fills the air after the first rainstorm. Chlorine and oil slick blacktop will fill my lungs. mmm.... That is a long way from now.

I haven't been reading my fluid dynamics book lately. I blame the ballet bar and the internet.