I did a little light visitation with friends for Playing on Your Porch Day this past Saturday.I was Masked up and socially distanced of course. I thank Ingrid Salzman for letting me know about it. One of the best moments for me was walking the dog that day and hearing my Cambodian neighbor sing pop songs from his garage. We often nod and meet in the morning. He has a morning cigarette by the giant oak where he does his meditation. The pandemic has made my neighborhood friendlier and I feel blessed to have Cubans, Somali's, and Cambodian neighbors mixed in with the typical suburban South Pointers.
I saw A LOT of cats. Particularly at Jack Skinningtons. There was a fat black and white cat that chilled in an low hanging branch for our entire set on his porch. I was navigating cat shit like stomp boxes! At Ted Willard's, I got to see my old friend Nadine, who pretty much ignored me. Cats are like that though. No matter what degree of intimacies that you share they are secondary to the next mouse or nap in the sun. My set at Ted's was so ambitious I didn't share it. Meaning it was not quite ready for prime time. The wine was excellent as usual though.