Tuesday

Suitcase zipped bulging with exposed seams. Dream catchers bagged nested in a bike helmet. Pack living room, check. Relaxed I started to peanut butter some celery, then remembered the car. Racing out, stalks of celery in hand, I prayed to the parking gods that the manatee wasn't sitting ticketed in Tuesday parking. Miraculously I found her nested on the safe side of the street, Monday street cleaning. A celebratory cookie was in order, and I went about business on Abbot Kinney. I passed by the manatee on the way home, by next Monday I will be in San Francisco. Venice no longer my home.