And now it is December in Los Angeles. Bright trees call out greetings as I drive by – ginkos, liquid amber, smoke trees, pink-flowered floss silk, flowering eucalyptus, mounds of bougainvillea, and evergreens. The plant kingdom are wearing their bright party gowns. Outside the windows, rain showers and dark clouds, then sun and shadows. Moonbeams and starlight. The flight path from the LAX superhighway in the night sky. How lovely it all is.
I caught my first virus since 2019 – just a cold. I blew, sneezed, and coughed my way through the last 2 weeks – no fever or headache, or body aches, or covid thankfully. Now I’m on the mend. The most severe part of the cold happened over my week off for Thanksgiving. I was in Santa Barbara sitting in the sun on my big porch-away-from-home for 4 days.
I’ve always got my eye on seaside mobile home parks. Here are a few. Sometimes I print the photos and glue into my writing journal.
Wherever I end up will need to have lots of trees and birds near the windows. Otto & Iris will insist.
These are 2 separate homes. I like the catio in the bottom photos.
In a few weeks I’m heading up to Santa Cruz to have a look around. The milder, cooler weather suits me. I yearn to escape the big city and find a retreat by the sea. We’ll see what develops.
On My Bookshelf
Books like each other. We understand each other. You could even say we are all related, enjoying a kinship that stretches like a rhizomatic network beneath human consciousness and knits the world of thought together.
Loved this book about a boy who hears the voices of inanimate objects. A great commentary on the voices that live inside all of us. Some welcome, most not. There is a second story inside this one about a Zen nun in Japan and the power of tidying and a library and a book that narrates and what is real. You won’t like any of it if you prefer more linear plot lines. Stick with it. It’s worth it all in the end.
