DAVID LYNCH. R.I.P.

 

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I KNEW IT WAS TOO COLD OUT. I knew before I went to bed it was going to be 24 degrees between 8:00-9:00 when I hold the sign downtown in front of the Dept. of Education building. But my alarm was set for 6:23 and I got up and went out with the sign. I like the faces I see every weekday there. They like to see me there, I can tell. I’m part of the landscape. Many, maybe most, of the people who work in the building have never not had me out front. So, I went. I only stayed 30 minutes though. It was cold out. 

JUST CAME IN THE MAIL.

 

I WISH I SLEPT BETTER. You’d think there’d be a harmless pill. 

YESTERDAY WAS SUNDAY and Saturday it was before that. And I had to decide then if I’d go out to breakfast or not or maybe just lie in bed listening to C-SPAN or get up and do whatever. This morning was different. The phone alarm went off at 6:23 and I couldn’t go back to sleep. I had to get up. Check the phone, have a big glass of hot water, do TM meditation which I always do—for 40-some years. Then get ready to go out with the sign. Breakfast when I get back. I like a reason to get moving in the morning. 

I WENT OUT TO BREAKFAST EARLY this morning. Small oatmeal, scrambled eggs, potatoes, buttered English muffin, black coffee. Five blocks away. The place I always go. Not busy early Sunday morning. I even wondered if I’d go, but I did and you see people. On the cold walk home I noticed one apartment building after another. Old and new. People from everywhere. The young woman at the check out at the grocery store I went in heading home is from West Africa. Good luck, LA.