| Ah! Finally cooler weather has arrived to Los Angeles. I can’t wait for it to get colder, that sweet deadening cold where everyone in L.A. freezes... you know, 60 degrees. Yeah, we’re not made for the cold. This year I’m really looking forward to wearing some nice sweater, a coat, a hat. Dang, I haven’t worn a hat in a long time. I wonder where my old Fedora is. Might be time for a new one, I’m pretty sure my old one is crushed. Driving home from work on Friday I noticed that the sun wasn’t hitting my eyes. I’m happy that the nights are growing longer. Just as I was arriving home I noticed the fog draping itself over the Encino hills and creep into the valley.  I quickly took my camera out and snapped a couple of pictures before the driver behind me slammed into my car. I just came back from a walk. Actually my walk was twofold, I wanted to run an errand and go for a walk in the cool weather. As I was walking back it started to rain, which brought me great joy. It only lasted about thirty seconds, but it’s been the best moment of my day (so far). Thursday I picked-up my aunt from Costco and low and behold, they have Christmas stuff for sale... already!  I don’t even celebrate Christmas anymore and I’m offended at how early the holiday comes every year. Pretty soon we’ll have Christmas ornaments sold during 4th of July. I understand that there’s money to be made selling stuff this early. But honestly, all this does is cheapen Christmas. I know nobody actually celebrates Christmas anymore, rather they celebrate an opportunity to buy something shiny they can’t afford. The real meaning, or the supposed real meaning, has been lost. Even if you don’t believe in Jesus, his story is an important one to remember. I’m not fond of the Church, but I am of the man Jesus. He was a populist, concerned so much that he gave his life for everyone. Believe the story or not, that is a great message. No one these days is close to being that selfless. If the story of Jesus is nothing but a story it’s still one that holds many truths. If you don’t believe he’s the son of God, at least believe that he died because he was truly concerned about our souls. Because otherwise your so-called celebrations of Christmas are nothing. They are as empty as you are in your heart. I wear my heart on my sleeve, you know where I stand. I don’t like people very much. I see the worst of them and they surprise me every time with their selfishness and horror. I don’t particularly care what happens to most people. I will burn a bridge in a moment’s notice, without remorse or regret later. (about half an hour later, as best as I can make it) Well, I think that I didn’t oversleep enough this morning because I just woke up from a little catnap I inadvertently took while writing this entry. Work has been work. Glendale continues to be the step-child of the two jobs. I show up, I’m no one's darling, and I do my job. I had a bit of a reprieve this week from the Micro Manager who always points out that all of us are doing their job wrong because she wasn’t at work on Thursday, and she was all mellow on Friday. So mellow that I didn’t even know she was at work. Of course I’ll end up paying for that freedom next week, I know it. But that’s next week, no need thinking about that now and ruining what’s left of my weekend. With that I’m off to get some dinner and then to do something involving sitting around. Though I have some nice material for the book in my head today. Maybe it’s time to write that ONE chapter that has eluded me so far. End Communication. |
