Could Be Anywhere

[Safely got John H. off to the airport. Before driving up to S.F., he was in Modesto on business, and now he's off to Milwaukee for a few days (more biz) then home to Atlanta. I've never been to ANY of these places (changed planes once in Atlanta). I wonder about traveling a lot for work. I find living out of a suitcase for more than a couple of days kind of a pain, and I fear a lot of business travelers don't get to see any of what makes any particular place unique. Is the Holiday Inn in Milwaukee much different from the one in Modesto?]

[Speaking of "this could be anywhere," we successfully completed our quest to Marie Callender's and Target. Somehow, John and I couldn't find anything much to buy besides the shoe rack we'd planned on (boy, this entry's even boring me as I write it), and got out for under $25.00. That must be a new record. Between unsurprisingly bland food and Target, we wandered around Serramonte Mall. Now, the Colma-Daly City area doesn't have a lot of innate personality, but couldn't they have designed the mall to reflect anything locally unique? The cemeteries? The Filipino majority? The iceplant and fog of I-280? Anything that doesn't mutter flatly, "american shopping mall. no surprises ahead."]

[Last night, we had another stunning Chinese dinner at U-Lee, the best hole in the wall I hope never gets discovered to the extent Dottie's has. Ah, Dottie's. We only get to eat there every third time we plan to, because the lines out the door are too much to deal with at 10:00 B.C. (Before Coffee), and today we were out of luck. Even at 8AM (on a Sunday?! Only because John H.'s flight was leaving early.), the little vestibule area was full (=15 minutes wait), and we would've had to stand enqueued out in the rain. So, we went to our greasy spoon alternative around the corner, and bore up.]

[Today, probably "Monkeybone" with John, then we take off to be on our own for a few hours. Getting to that point where if we stare at each other's faces for too much longer, we'll tear them off. I'm sure everything'll be fine by tonight.]

[Why does it give me such a sick thrill to be linked? I'm sure more able observers than I have remarked on this problem. I worry that I'm going start writing for an audience rather than for myself. I worry that maybe this isn't such a bad thing, considering, yeah, maybe I'd like to make a living writing for an audience some day. I worry that I don't what the hell I want this project to be anymore.]

[Stop worrying and get out of the house, Bill...]

[P.S. My parents got back from Hawaii, and my dad fixed the Damnable Cooz's frame in a matter of minutes. Another First World Problem solved!]

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