It's October, and I'm in California. For the past ten years, October has been a saturated month. Birthdays, parties, plays, shows, and all other whatnot's somehow start the chaos twister that usually ends with a thump on January second. And there is the season of autumn. The smell and the chill, mostly. The cider, the apples, the sweaters and scarves. Thank the good lord that my friends have blogs to remind me, because there is none of that here. I know it's fall, because the ants are hungry and it's colder at night. I put my duvet back on my bed. I bring a sweater if I'll be out at night. I don't know the signs to look for in the desert. Different flowers? Different birds or butterflies? (Note to self, must ask native.)
I've started walking to work. It only takes half an hour, and it's only my second day, but already I can feel a tension leaving me that had built up from driving everywhere. It makes me feel kind of helpless to rely on a car. Especially Jeeves. If there ever was a reliable vehicle, Jeeves must be it. We're almost at 200,000 miles and going strong in spite of many, many, problemos. And I just can't swing the mulah to fix it all. So walking....
The air is sweeter at the moment, symptom of Fall? And the walk makes great east coast phone call time.
My computer is still broken. I've been watching way too much t.v. Addicted to TCM at the mo... last night the original "Diabolique"... Fantastique!!! And this morning "White Heat". Dear god I love Gangster movies. "Spider Baby" the other night. I thought that would make a great costume: Tease and snarl your hair, put on hot 60's make-up, a silky vintage slip. Get a fishing net and two fake knives that slip into themselves. When someone asks you who you are you say "I'm Spider Baby and you look like a big, juicy bug and I'm going to give you a sting! sting! sting!" then you throw your net over them and stab them like the knives are your spider fangs. Great idea, right?
Ta-ta for now....
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