Topanga Canyon at the PCH, 8 March 2009.  Fix Your Credit, Brush Clearing, Got Work? Carpentry Handyman Services

Drove out to the beach today, but you've seen plenty of pictures of the ocean.  It was indeed, as Buck Mulligan would say on the 16th of June 1904, a grey sweet mother.  It's right there, of course, if you want to know, just beyond the top of that white SUV, just out of frame and to the left. 

I don't really believe in driving or walking meditations the way some people do; still, when traffic's not terrible and off season, it almost works.  I parked and then changed my mind about going down to the beach.  My friend Joe and I used to come out here and spend the whole day, which was sort of the point in coming out today.  And then I didn't go down to the beach but just stood on the ridge and said hello to the water and also to Joe and turned around and came back. 

"Thalatta!  Thalatta!"

I'm about to be busier, starting tomorrow, so the postings may begin to get a little sparse, but I promise I will try to do my best.  The time change is disorienting, and then these signs of the time -- fix your credit -- like it's an admonition not an invitation to assistance (what, some kind of debt consolidation? I've no idea), but all change is disorienting, don't you think?  Don't get me wrong: I am grateful for everything.  I am very very grateful.   

Now I'm back from Glendale of all places -- oh yes, I will go to any length -- and I'm beat.  Just know that all is well, my darlings; all is well.  I've got no brush to be cleared, but I've got work.