Thursday, August 29, 2013
There's a lot to think about as you look out over Los Angeles, down the crooked road, over the strangled river, and the train tracks where people come and go, and the hospital where life sometimes begins and ends. There's time for doubt and envy, but it's best to let them go. It is pretty wonderful to be alive and standing and playing with colors. Remind me of that.
It's Thursday night, and the trash gets collected here on Friday morning. I send an e-mail to the painting crew, and tell them where we'll be on Saturday.