I am in here.
I had, since I arrived in Los Angeles this time, thought that the scenery along the roadways was somehow… wrong. It took me a while to figure it out: everything looked too small. No, the people of LA are not a bunch of well-tanned Lilliputians. But why is everything so small? Hollywood is a place … Continue reading Hollywood is a place where…
Just now dreamed of my mother. I can never remember all of a dream. We were in our old house, where I grew up. She was decorating some cookies. She ran out of decorations and went upstairs on an elevator to get some more. I wanted to go too, so I got on the next … Continue reading dream.
Gail over at Crossing the Rubicon2 just posted this, and for some reason, it’s exactly what I needed to read at this time. I’m not sure why that’s so, but I’m going with the gut feeling, and posting it here too. Thanks, Gail! Box of Rain Look out of any window any morning, any evening, … Continue reading Box of words
I’ve moved myself into my son’s old room, which has a nice thick rug on the floor for crawling upon (not allowed to put weight on my foot even if I could stand the pain), and a new futon in the corner upon which I now conduct my life. If I am laid up, I … Continue reading I dream of nightmares
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