I’ve been writing a lot of Spot Coffee, trying to meet the deadline I’ve set for myself. I’m writing a novel, for better or for embarrassment, due on the 28th of August, right before I go back to Boston.
Last week, when we were out running errands, we went to the downtown Spot, as opposed to the shop closer to home. While we were there I noticed a guy who was wearing plaid and counting syllables. He is obviously my soul mate.
I went back to Spot with Ellie on Tuesday to get work done, and syllable-man was sitting a few tables over, deep in his work. It’s interesting how you notice people who have similar schedules, out in the world.
I went to Spot again today, to continue to write my novel, it is currently seventeen pages (!) and he was there again. I am accidentally, borderline stalking him. Or he is stalking Spot.
Maybe we will be friends. Probably not, but its nice to recognize regulars in a community or in my life. I have become a regular at Spot, and in Buffalo. I don’t feel like I’m visiting anymore, I feel completely at home where I have my regular places to go, where I am bound to run into people I recognize, people who are regulars in their own right.
I would like to count syllables, too.
Ellie, this entry is for you.
(Oh, a rhyming couplet!)
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I have only been taking the bus from my new apartment for a week or so, and I already recognize many of the same people, and know the books they are all reading.
ReplyDeleteRhyming couplet! You regular, you. :)
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