Sorry For the Delay

The Santa Ana's or Santana winds are kicking up tonight, providing the first actually warm evening since my arrival. Have been working on the Mary Ellen shack to the best of my ability and she is starting to respond. Looks like I will have a nice little workspace to come home to after my visit to Hawaii that begins this Friday. Only in town for about four days. I've decided to try and sell off the rest of my stuff in order to make it a couple more months here. Losing all those tools in the UPS fiasco has kind of forced my hand. So much for the bi-coastal thing at this time. Hopefully, some kind of revenue stream will present itself.Here's a photo of what the room is starting to look like, snapped this after I painted the floor. Kinda cool, yes? Well, I think it is. It's been a lot of work, but I think it's worth it. Checked out the Grove near Beverly Hills across from Television City this evening. Trippy place.

Everything has changed so much here in my twenty year absence. Kinda like getting out of prison and returning to the old neighborhood I imagine. Well this ol dog needs to get his beauty sleep so catch ya later sports fans. Send prayers and/or money. Love you all.

~m

Long time no contact

Carried a potted plant around town four miles before I made it home---got lost a block and a half from the house! That was Thursday night. Had a swell Friday that included Tandoori, shopping and fun & games as well as a nostalgic trip to Union Station with a friend who has never been there, to catch a train to Kingman Arizona, to pick up an old pickup and wish my mother a Happy Mother's Day.

But just as We were going through the slot downtown I realized that I had left my cell phone on the counter at home! That means all the way to AZ without any contact with the outside world. So I wrote all kinds of Kerouac wanna be stuff that will never get published as I have not had any web, text or cell contact until I returned home this Monday afternoon! Traumatic for sure. Mad Cow probably, but you can never be too sure about these things.

It's three in the morning Monday, supposed to be up in three hours to catch an early meeting. Oh by the way, it's !#&% cold here! And what's with these earwigs? Let the $$$ begin please!

Captive in Canoga Park

Visiting with a friend I have not seen since the early eighties, at another friends house. None of us have really grown up much. I thought I was the only one who does not possess the maturity gene. I was wrong.

Beautiful weather in the SFV today. Bedroom is starting to look like one. Lot of prep and paint floor to ceiling. About to make a break for it.

Screwed?

Maybe. Maybe not. UPS left my boxes containing what would appear to be the most important things on the street, yes, the street in front of the NoHo house on F'n Friday. So of course they grew legs and are no where to be found. UPS says they're delivered. So now what? Where is the perfection in that? I've raised all the holy hell that I care to, and the next indicated thing to do is to finish painting the bedroom. So that is what I will do today. Trust God, Clean House, and Help Others. What a trip. Definitely not something that I would choose for myself. But what can I do? Start where I am, that's what. Breaking the news to the people who trusted me with their intellectual properties that are now missing is going to be the hardest part. Video tapes of weddings, demo reels, hard drives filled with projects and stock footage, all gone. My stuff will be missed, but irreplaceable things like that hurts. I love you all. Internet comes on Thursday. Yay!

Happy May Day

ALOHA! On the most communist day of the year :-)

It's a beautiful day in the southland under mostly sunny skies, probably headed for a high in the mid to high seventies, scant chance of precipitation, and a sojourn to the Mary Ellen house in fabulous North Hollywood, (sounds way better than Van Nuys) to begin the process of making habitable the neglected little cottage.

Sometimes I can see the perfection and sometimes I do not. It's great to have Bob Murphy back in America. I have missed his consistent message of love and perfection. He helps me to see things I already know. There is nothing new under the sun. Yet, it sure seems like everything is new to me today. I am filled with white flour and sugar and ready to seize the carp, to begin the toil of love, of which Mary Ellen is most in need of receiving. Isn't she cute?

So good bye Orange County, hello San Fernando Valley. Sure, it's violent and dirty, crowded and hostile, but I can get a taco anytime of the day or night, and it just doesn't get better than that. Thank you Teri for helping me to make this transition into what promises to be a most interesting chapter of my life. You are an excellent example of service and self sacrifice. Peace :-)