Finished Chapter 19, in which our guy finds himself with a dead man in his arms at the beginning and meets Candelario at the end, and in the middle he gets rained on a lot. Started Chapter 20, which starts with Candelario's crib and goes on to the truck wish and how our guy survives that. Maybe Candelario and our guy meet Araceli at the end of this chapter, or maybe not until the beginning or even the middle of Chapter 21. I am so much less sure of things than I was, though things are falling into place nicely with great five-day hiatuses of complete blankness.
I also bought more plants than I could carry at the Native Plants Society Sale: Monkey Flower; monardella; yerba buena; sweet root; wild ginger; a lobelia that looks like all blue lobelias but it's native; and a wild strawberry.
And I couldn't get pine nuts or spinach (well, I could get spinach, but I didn't like the looks of it) so I made chard with walnuts and raisins and it disappeared in five minutes at the barbecue potluck. My friend has all these barbecue potlucks all year (in the winter they're daytime affairs) and people tended for the longest time to bring meat and booze. And then for a while they brought dessert and meat. And now they bring dessert and noodle dishes and meat. I feel it is my civic duty to bring vegetables. And they gobble up the vegetables because a person can't live on meat and dessert alone, or even noodles and booze.
And I spent an hour and a half conspiring with a man's aunt about how to salvage his life after a psych discharge from the military.
( And I haven't forgotten fluff )
I also bought more plants than I could carry at the Native Plants Society Sale: Monkey Flower; monardella; yerba buena; sweet root; wild ginger; a lobelia that looks like all blue lobelias but it's native; and a wild strawberry.
And I couldn't get pine nuts or spinach (well, I could get spinach, but I didn't like the looks of it) so I made chard with walnuts and raisins and it disappeared in five minutes at the barbecue potluck. My friend has all these barbecue potlucks all year (in the winter they're daytime affairs) and people tended for the longest time to bring meat and booze. And then for a while they brought dessert and meat. And now they bring dessert and noodle dishes and meat. I feel it is my civic duty to bring vegetables. And they gobble up the vegetables because a person can't live on meat and dessert alone, or even noodles and booze.
And I spent an hour and a half conspiring with a man's aunt about how to salvage his life after a psych discharge from the military.
( And I haven't forgotten fluff )
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