I am in here.
Did nothing today but sit at the Cafe Beginah (Garden Cafe) with Mordechai and read read read. The sort of day I needed after yesterday’s travels. The sun was out, the temperature perfect, and the pomegranate and palm and other trees provided lovely shade. Tonight, Sukkot at Avraham’s. Film at 11.
Sunset Boulevard is becoming my street now. I have driven it manymany times. As far as I can tell, it cuts east-west right through Los Angeles, or all of Los Angeles that’s worth going to. Except for Rodeo Drive. Sunset does not seem to go there. But I can deal with that, given time and … Continue reading Sunset
No one came home 1. Max was in bed that morning, pressed against my feet, walking to my pillow to kiss my nose, long and lean with aqua- marine eyes, my sun prince who thought himself my lover. He was cream and golden orange, strong willed, lord of the other cats and his domain. He … Continue reading no one came home
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