There's a windstorm today, and it blows around the tall tall palm trees that line my street so that they bounce and bob and all their poofy leaf tops get a lot less poofy.
The power has been out most of the day, so I sit at the library charging up my battery so that we'll have something to do when we get home to the top of our hill, with no light to read by.
When people ask me how long I've been here, I keep thinking it's been at least 3 months -- I was actually saying it'd been three months, until Mark corrected me.
I paused, disoriented, when I realized I was a full month off.
But anyway it feels like 3 months.
We're moving again, just a mile away, this time. Our roommate situation has proven untenable. I spent a couple hours writing out the story of the general douchebaggery of it all, trying to find a way to talk about it that was descriptive instead of angry. But it got deleted accidentally. The idea of fleshing it out again is as untenable as the roommates, so I will consider it rendered by accident to the footnote it should be.
We are glad to be leaving.
As a closing cap, here are some pictures from what is, admittedly, a very charming little nook of Echo Park:
