- 4–9am Uber
- 11–1pm property management maintenance stuff
- 2–4pm errands, hung out with David
- 5–8pm Uber
- 8–9:30pm sweep, mop, wipe down the place
- 9:30pm–6:15am Uber
- 7–12pm sleep
Taking it a little easier with a too long shower, Eric Whitaker and my new friend Salvator. Uber again tonight until the wee hours.
Right now I'm sitting on the back steps, enjoying the weather with Salvator and thinking about Molly, my 11:30 ride last night. She was a little sloshy when I picked her up from a restaurant off Falls Rd. and I couldn't tell if she worked there or was on a date — she was dressed to kill — but she left the restaurant alone so probably she worked there. Maybe a hostess.
Turns out she loves the jazz Pandora was playing and wants to die with it playing in the background. It also turns out she was raised on classic rock and anyone who doesn't like classic rock is… well, I don't remember exactly, but it wasn't polite.
Actually, she loves most everything, especially instrumental classical music, so I introduced her to Whitaker's The River Cam. It's her new love and she quickly downloaded Whitaker from Apple Music. She now wants to die with that cello playing in the background.
Molly recently rediscovered religion. Her brother was diagnosed with cancer and, like many, she is looking for hope from somewhere, perhaps anywhere. Her friends make fun of her for it. How sad. It seems to me that a friend should be supportive of another's need for hope, agreeable or not, you know?
When I dropped her off just south of Northern Parkway she said she'd been asking God for a sign and suddenly she's in a car with a stranger playing her favorite music, listening to her story and introducing her to a new, calming favorite artist. She was elated and checked herself from getting preachy before walking up her stoop, unlocking her door and closing it behind her. I pulled away and parked elsewhere, lit a cigarette, opened the moon roof and listened to Cam again with insects chirping all around me. Blissful.
I feel like I should have given her my silly, square card — "call if you need something" — but there are rules and, as I mentioned the other day, I can't even save myself.
Maybe I could have at least said, "I don't have answers but I do have ears (trite, but whatever)."
"And I won't make fun of you."