Hello gentle readers. Here I am I’m popping into your mailbox on a fresh breeze of November. October came and went with me absorbed in the trance of living. And now on a cool & sunny Sunday in the city of angels I am ready once more to scribble out a postcard.
Here I am. This is what I’ve seen and done since last I wrote.
Witness the mind. A veritable light & color show in flux every second of the day. No charge for admission. although what you watch can have a tendency to reduce you to tears, fill you with dread, joy, or irritation. It all depends on what’s playing. Travel through the depths at your own risk. Mercifully, or perhaps regrettably, it all passes. A technicolor cloud, gone before we know it.
I’ve invented a few new walking routes. Down sidewalks slanted by tree roots. Up stairs paved with dried leaves. Walking in autumn is a pleasure. I wish I could do it every morning, but alas, there is school. Meetings, kickball, multiplying exponents. I wonder what it must be like to stay home and be eternally domestic. A different kind of work. In a few years I think I’ll try it.
Relocation Out of the Sprawling Metropolis. That is the chapter I’ve read the most in my own LA story. I’m being called to smaller, quieter, cooler places. Let’s see where I land.
A transmission came across the wires recently. I tune in regularly to see if I can pick up a strong signal. But my transmitter is unpredictable and frequently picks up static and squelches. I patiently turn the dial. Usually nothing, but the other night the stars hung lower than usual in the sky. The moon had set. Something came through.
Signals coming in strong from the north central coast. We’ll see how it pans out. For now I’m researching and checking the listings.
The mystery location:
My current location:
Moss Cottage looks like a doll house in the photo above. Bottom half of the picture on the left side. A needle in a haystack.
I can’t imagine ever leaving. But I think about it all the time.
Meanwhile the sun is setting earlier. And look at us. Here we are talking to trees, knitting sweaters, sitting on our porches. Being here now.
Let me know what you’re getting up to.
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