Leo 10° (August 1)


Needless to say, sleeping wasn’t a feature. S. had to go to the top deck to get some peace. It’s nigh on nine o’clock now and I’ve been up for a couple hours getting some work done. Somehow I have to pack and have breakfast and be in the car within the next two hours.

We did just that and vanned it into Rome where we all went our separate ways—it felt like the great race. S. and I immediately found the Hotel Locarno and went to the desk to ask for a map. We got a lunch spot recommendation which was called La Buca di Ripetta. She had caccio e pepe and I had carbonara followed by a salad and saltimbocca with a delicious red from Puglia. It was amazing. After coffees we walked to the Villa Borghese or rather in that direction. It was obvious that we were not going to be able to walk the distance in the heat to actually get to the museum so we just strolled down around and got a little lost and a little sunstroked and ultimately found our way back to the hotel where we had some sparkling water and I had a proper negroni. Then we met back up with the peeps and came back to the boat. I fell asleep on the bus. I love Rome and we will definitely come back and spend a full month. We lucked out in terms of hotel and restaurant and we will pick up there where we left off. People seemed not to do very much with their time but shop and drink. We ended up walking four miles after lunch. I got back to my computer and Finley had wrote to say that you have to pre-book the Villa Borghese so good thing we didn’t try to go there. Dowd could have mentioned that. But it doesn’t matter. I’m pretty much all picaked now and might actually take another cool shower before drinks just so I feel refreshed. The plan is to definitely hit the hay early tonight no doubt about it. I’m not caught up on work by any stretch of the imagination but I’m not in such terrible shape either. My biggest fear is the baggage not arriving again. But I’ll get over that.

We had such a lovely time talking to J.T. again today and we really should do something together at some point I feel. We talked about “burp” and “musical chairs” and he had interesting slash funny things to say about  the kinds of projects he gets offered. J. had a really interesting way of articulating the expressoin of creativity; the whole lake and shed thing was really, really helpful. Especially the notion of trusting the lake to yield. I had come down stairs on the early side and the stews had made such an effort to set up the salon for canapés but I saw everyone was outside sitting and so I opened the door and did a little disapproving act which met with laughter I wasn’t expecting. It was quite soupy out I must say. Folks were already cocktailing it. I had taken a cool shower when I arrived back on the boat, but I was tempted to take another one. As a compromise I ran a face cloth under cool water and put it on my head to bring my temperature down. I do feel I had a little bit of sun stroke from our scorching walk through the park at Villa Borghese. I had two in quick succession and then it was time for dinner, which was a warm lobster salad with baby carrots, beets, sunchokes and peas; dessert was a cheese cake supposedly only it didn’t have the slightest resemblance to one. The night was getting on and we had to get up at four o’clock aas our car was coming at five; still none of us really wanted to go to sleep. We sort of played a game based on the fact that I am Erika Badu’s opposite type. It was kind of fun to go down a list of who was whose opposite. D. still seemed a bit shaken that I had a mutual friend in Austin with J.T.; I didn’t quite understand what that was about until I did: I guess there was a romantic involvement of sorts at some point. That would explain the sudden shift in tone. Anyway we pulled the plug around midnight and thus were destined to only get a couple hours shut eye if that. Meanwhile the last week as been one late night after another while waking, still, quite early. I know it sounds cliché but I’m going to need a vacation from my vaction for sure.


To view the original Sabian Symbol themed 2015 Cosmic Blague corresponding to this day: Flashback! The degree pointof the Sabian Symbol will be one degree higher than the one listed for today. The Blague portrays the starting degree of for this day ( 0°,  for instance), as I typically post in the morning, while the Sabian number corresponds to the end point (1°) of that same 0°-1° period. There are 360  degrees spread over 365 or 6 days per year—so they near but not exactly correlate.

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