Trapped

An odd and beautiful night.

I was trapped at home for this evening because Maya was locked out of the apartment and I had to be here to let her in. Truckstop, it seems, found her keys sitting perched on her backpack outside her door during the night, and decided they were toys to be played with. When poor Maya woke up and was rushing to get out of the house, she couldn't find them - she missed the fact that he'd only batted them two feet to the entrance of the bathroom - and rushed off to work without keys.

Anyway, it was a curious thing, being here with no cable and no computer. I'm staring a very long weekend without computer access in the face. Maybe I can go to the Brooklyn Public Library and get some online time.

Tonight, the rain has come again, but it's not the torrential downpour it was last Saturday. Tonight's is more gentle - the air is heavy, like a knit blanket, and warm too. The kind of rain storm I like to walk in.

There's something, too, about the rain that seems to have a moderating influence on the traffic outside on Flatbush Avenue - the noise is louder, but more gentle somehow. There's less honking.

Weird to be journalizing at home - on paper [Note: all the entries from June 9 on are being composed on paper and later retyped on Maya's iBook - a creature I've yet to gain an understanding of…].

Maybe this is where I need to be right now. Maybe this is the mental space I need to be in right now. The lack of TV and computer sort of imposes a quietude to which I'm not used. I'm managing to keep busy, for the most part. I'm a helluva lot more caught up on my cleaning than I've been in a while.

Anyway, it was just me and Truck this evening and we're looking at a full day of that tomorrow, so I better learn to like it. The cable guy's coming at last, so I took the day off work.