Farmer Tan



The last few days brought a heat-wave to Los Angeles. Not only have we been dealing with high temperatures, we’re also seeing fires here and there. I’ve mostly avoided it all by staying inside with the conditioned air – thank the gods. I was out and about a few times, though, and have I mentioned there’s no conditioned air in my old car? Well there isn’t.


So here I am, in October, and my farmer tan is on full display. It’s only from this week, y’all! Dag!


We’re supposed to get back to pseudo-normal temperatures in a few days or so and I for one can hardly wait. I want my left arm tan to fade, for cry-eye. I appreciate the “D” and all, but come on, weather! Don’t be a fool – be cool!


That’s about all I have to say about that.




Yesterday it rained. For reals. And now we’re expecting a heatwave. That’s L.A., folks. It makes no sense.


When I woke yesterday morning, it was from a dream. In the dream, I was swimming. I knew the pool’s water was too cold, but I was swimming anyway. And I loved it. At some point (in the dream), I wondered if I could simply stay in the pool forever…


The rain, the dream – I’m sure it all ties together somehow. Maybe the impending heat, too. But I don’t need to figure it out. It doesn’t matter.


Sometimes living here gets to be too much. Generally, I handle it okay. This may simply be one of those times. All that means is that I’ll ride out whatever it is I’m feeling and hopefully get back to me soon. Hopefully.


In the meantime, it is what it is. And what it is, is L.A., folks. It makes  no sense.

Thursday Memories



In the middle of a heatwave here in Los Angeles, I thought I’d look back on one of the few times I was cool. I can say that with confidence because kids are cool. They just don’t know it. And they’re not supposed to know it really. They’re just supposed to be kids.


Dear Lord – hope I don’t die of the vapors…