New Year's Meal, Bullets, Michael

There's a fish market in Chinatown, Oakland, that I go to every year for my crab or lobster. They have live Alaskan lobsters for $8.99 a pound. They look great. I'm going to buy one tomorrow. I'm looking for a 2 pound er. They have some nice local Dungeness crabs for $3.99 a pound, but I'm going with the lobster. You only live once.

Geri won't eat any, so I get the whole crustacean to myself. I got some salmon from the Farmer's market Sunday at Jack London Sq. for her.

We'll have black eyed peas cooked with onions in chicken broth, brown rice, salad, and a veggie. We've got a beautiful bottle of Champagne from my buddy Jack as a birthday gift and our neighbors Marilyn and Gisella are having folks over. It's close and it's safe.

 The lead will be flying in Oaktown tomorrow night. I got a couple of  cracks on my windshield of my truck that look to be from small caliber weapons, possibly a .22. I've been keeping it out on the street more because I ride my bike everyday now. It's easier to get the bike out of the driveway. The shit is just flying around in the air.

I'm happy to say our friend Michael is doing much better. I went over to see him today, and he is being moved to a nursing home tomorrow. We had a good talk today. His speech is actually better than it was before. That's good progress on the horizon.

Tomorrow, if I have time, I'll reflect a little about 2013, and write about my goals for the coming new year. All very scintillating stuff. Till then.

That's it for today.

Life is what happens in between meals.

Peace,

Make Food/Not War