June 12: parking lot (10 minutes)

I'm in kookyland. Sitting in a shady spot, saw a little white worm on the scorching windshield trying to make its way up, but where to? The roof of the car is hotter than the glass. I couldn't stand to watch, got out, found a leaf, squished in the overwatered manicured lawn of the PPD parking lot. I brought S. here so he can go in and pee in a cup for a test so he can hopefully get into a drug trial and make some money. I held the leaf to the worm and he happily climbed onto it. Brown pecan leaf. Just mulch I guess because the tree is oak and it's on an island surrounded by cement and cars. There's a park a block away, maybe the leaf blew here from there. As I was getting the worm an old lady under a red umbrella, lips as red as the womans in the radiator's cheeks were big in Eraserhead, said in an Edie (from John Water's fame, Edie the Egg Lady) voice, "Hello!" I said Hello back. She said, "Summer, summer, hot weather!" She sounded crazy. She was behind the truck. I couldn't see her, couldn't assess her insanity. She was wearing colorful, mismatched clothes, an eggplant purple skirt with white root vegetables on it, a flowery blouse that looked red under the red umbrella, a sweat band like Olivia Newton-John around her head, white shoes and sneakers. When she got around to the other side, "Yes! Yes!" Still talking crazy. I glanced her way -- the worm was free now, on the squishy green grass under the tree near the mulch. The back of her head had a big red spot. She was half bald.