In case you somehow didn’t know, today is
LAUNDRY
DAY
Earlier I was chillin at the laundromat in my Hooters shirt just feeling real good about everything, more or less. Since returning to Berlin, I have put on seven pounds I desperately needed simply by eating three meals a day and exercising a lot. My skin has cleared up from all the foul air and poisonous food I’d been exposed to in the United States. I couldn’t take much more of that stuff! My lips are still a little chapped from staying in Monty’s apartment . . . we all ended up with chapped lips on account of the air filters having not been changed in like four years. But I will be healed by the pure air in my Berlin apartment soon enough.
After I had moved about 500 black T-shirts to the dryer, I knew it was
ZEIT
FÜR
BROT
. . . or as I like to say: Time For Bread. And so I strutted down the block to the nearby Budni and got a pretzel croissant and a protein shake and a granola bar. Back outside, I found a yellow park bench and sat down and consumed it all. It was overcast with low-hanging blue clouds, but warm and breezy out and the sidewalks were nice and quiet. I felt a calmness. My neighborhood is so peaceful and beautiful . . . Hey: I love it.
In one week I will be in Estonia, in the capital city of Tallinn. I love the Estonian people (and have been accused of “collecting” them (not untrue)), but I ain’t never been to their homeland before. I’ve been meaning to visit for like eight years, so here we go. Emel could hardly believe it when I told her:
Maybe she’ll even hang out with me!!!
If you’d like a postcard from Estonia, just SAY THE WORD.
And now I shall sit down upon my Persian rug and fold my laundry. I feel a great longing for someone across the Atlantic, but there’s nothing I can do about it just yet, so I suppose I will just keep on yearning . . .
