OBSERVATIONS

The wind drowns out all else ... the a/c, my online meditation, the buzz and hum of the casket factory. A huge dust storm is approaching, obliterating the city in a red haze. I sleep to the music of the rustling leaves and awake as an eggplant colored cloud lumbers in from the north. How nice -- the rain will wash away the filthy dust residue. (Of course, the internet craps out.)

There is a fine line between meditating and napp .... snnzzzz

A battalion of dragonflies appears: great slayers of the mosquito; while the giant toads get giant-er (leaving giant piles of giant-toad-shit) no doubt fed by the nasty bastards as well.

In The O.C. it's the wealthy people who have the horses and acreage and dosh to put them up. Here, the people who can't afford cars ride horses, and we hear them clop-clop-clop to work in the morning.

-->MARIE: "You can’t stew in your own shit all your life.It’s good to do some introspection but then it’s time to move onto something prettier." Indeed.

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Caipirina. Caipiroska. Caipirisma. Who can really tell the difference, after one or two or ???