5:13pm: here is car, the building, a little of the ocean. Moved everything in. Cats ran away or are hiding. Looked on all floors, stairwells. Walked Dad outside, where Debbie and Naiem had been waiting. Leo had left in the u-haul without telling anyone. My car battery had died. Dad’s face looked worried in a new way once he accepted battery was dead. Naiem and I pointed at things under dad’s hood, looking for ‘negative charge’ area of battery. Dad said ‘no, you know, you’d think to look under there, but it’s just computer chips under there.’ Removed the casing to the thing and he was right. He said ‘the negative charge can be on anything metal,’ but he continued to look for an ‘official negative charge’ area, saying distracted/directionless things about how my battery could’ve died, how it usually works with cars. His worried face. The way it looked when he said ‘if it doesn’t start tomorrow, well. Someone will have a jumper. You really should take it to a place soon, a mechanic. New batteries aren’t supposed to die out this fast.’ Felt aware of double-meaning. Then Debbie and Naiem walking to us from some place I didn’t see them go, talking excitedly about the ocean.

Alone ass…car needs to run for an hour to charge battery. Going to drive to ikea.

5:43pm: someone left eight beers in a line under the sink. Drank still-cold green juice from this morning. Sitting in car with engine idling. Remember searching apartment for an extension cord and the cats. Dad said ‘I found one’ and held up a cord. I thought it would be a cat. I said things I didn’t believe about the cats like ‘they’re here, I know it.’ he said ‘I know they’re here’ and ‘they couldn’t just run away, someone would’ve seen’ a few times. Debbie and Naiem and Leo were already downstairs, there was tension, knew dad was about to leave. I said ‘I wish you could stay for dinner.’ He said ‘here, why don’t I get rid of this tape,’ and walked to the rolled-up mattress. I said ‘yeah, yeah, let’s move it to the corner. It’ll be a corner bed.’ dad said ‘I lived in a place about this size with Galen’ as we held opposite ends of the mattress. Dad cut the tape with his pocket knife and we unrolled the mattress. There was a quiet moment. I opened a bag containing the mattress pad I’ve used since 2008. Dad bought it for me when I found a king-sized mattress and box-spring on the street and was moving into a house with two friends. He seemed giddy when he surprised me with the pad, I think because taking a king-sized bed from the street would be something he would do, ‘much to the disapproval of the stupid world,’ and he liked that I would do something like that too. Instead of getting a new pad I cut the king-sized one to fit my next mattress, slightly bigger than the one I use now.