Sitting in the car, parked at the store while baby naps. That’s how it goes sometimes.

We visited a local art and framing shop to get a picture restored. I purchased the picture at Goodwill — it’s a drawing of SF’s Lombard Street, in a nice frame, cost me $1.79. It just needs a new mat and a piece of glass.

After that we wandered the neighboring antique store, looking for a dish to keep coarse salt in. I showed Freya all the funny little objects. But she was tired and didn’t care and I didn’t find what I wanted. The shop had lots of racist artifacts, grinning Mammy figurines, “Coon Chicken” spice jars, even a record of Nazi songs. Weird.

So Freya dozed off shortly after we were back on the road. Here we are, I’m stuck with an absolutely awful Danielle Steel paperback and no ballgame to listen to. I can see my baby sleeping in the rear view mirrors. It’s muggy and cloudy outside.

I think I’ll get us a whole rotisserie chicken and some vegetables to steam. And some breakfasty food… Eggos. Whole wheat. The berries in the store are either total garbage (flavorless strawberries more white than red), or insanely expensive (cherries for $8 a pound are you fucking kidding me?). The weather this spring has been a joke. It’s June and we haven’t had even a mini-heatwave yet.

In fact it is starting to rain again now.

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