art beat dog tags

Friday: Up at 6 AM. Shower. Down basement for morning practices. More yoga again today. Good stuff. MB was just leaving as I came up. Gave her a startle as I walked towards her car to say goodbye. Threw street clothes on and headed out.

Drove into Boston to my dentist's. Parked, and realized I had given away all the change in my car the day before. Walked down the street to the tea shop, and waited until someone made a purchase so they could open the drawer and give me some change. Coins in the meter. Got to the office about 20 minutes late. I had my teeth cleaned, and then headed on to work. Lovely out.

Stopped at my desk and checked email. Walked out and got an egg bagel. The ladies making the bagels were incredibly inefficient and mixed up. One of them, as she was preparing the food, kept making a little twitch, that looked like disgust, with her mouth. Some people should simply not be in food service. I think this woman would do well in a shoe store, and she'd probably make more money also. Some consulting with Dv and B about how to split up a project that has grown too large. A brief conversation with Dk where I described myself as a hired gun. Walked out and bought an energy drink. Was going to get pizza from the nearby place, but when I entered the shop, they were cooking so much bacon that I had to turn around a leave. Went to Pinocchio's instead. A young man in a suit was trying to sell office supplies to the owner of the restaurant. Ate back at my desk. I left work around 5:35.

Back home just long enough to pick up MB. We drove over to Union square, taking a funny route across the top of the Somerville hill. Went to the little studio where she gives dance lessons, and looked at what it would take to hang a large mirror that she had recently been gifted. Then on to Davis Square. We reported to a table by the main stage, and were set up to sell "dog tags." The arts and performance festival is free, but people can contribute by buying the tags, which sell fro $3 each. We wandered around asking people if they'd like to buy one. Some people said yes, some said no. There were slow moving dancers performing, wearing flowing robes and covered in ash-colored body paint. Lots of good people-watching. A gangly woman talked to MB in an animated fashion about dance. One pair of little twin girls in tie-dyed dresses, imitated each other and the dancers. One caught my eye and became self conscious. I danced around like a goof and nodded enthusiastically trying to put her back at ease. I could tell by her smile that she understood I was saying that it was OK to move her body and appear a little silly. Knowing how small occurrences can effect children, this was perhaps the best thing I did all day. After we turned our stuff back in (MB sold more tags than me, no surprise.) we got some Indian food with our vouchers, and sat on the grass eating. A very pleasant evening.

Back home, sorted through mail. Sat with MB for a little while on the couch. Played guitar for a bit. Very sleepy now, so soon bed.