Psychic

   That was an interesting day. Toast... Fried... Me. Oh well and  just fine in it's way. 

    So. No I never did get out to Point Reyes for my sleep medicine. I got fired up from whatever it was I wrote yesterday morning and took a morning hike instead up the hill behind the Deer Park School. I guess it did me some good took me out of my Worry zone. The wildflowers are looking great. I was going to move my VW Bug so it wouldn't get ticketed but the car wouldn't start so I stopped in at the Fairfax PD to ask them for mercy on their street sweeping ticket patrol every Monday 9AM to 10AM, it's a $50 ticket. The Fairfax PD has been super on my two visits to their dispatch office. No problem on the waiver but when I got back from the hike just about 9AM, the Bug started up and also the windshield wipers that have been broken since before Christmas! ... started up. What do you know?

  I guess I got a wee bit of sleep that day but pretty much ran on fumes, and probably looked a complete wreck, but hey! Just a cab driver. This pretty young waitress who was telling me she planned to teach clairvoyance or psychic stuff as a career move said to me did you say you were 'a complete failure'? No what I said was 'I was a complete fan of yours.' Well she was psychic apparently and heard the other, so I told her... definitely I am not a complete failure, I have a bit of success, there, about a 5 or 10% ratio. I gave her my new card as a photographer.

   I felt really bad that I didn't just find a way to run for Governor of California. There are always about 20 crackpots running and there was no reason not to join them (I would only run to win) but the deadline came and went, I just couldn't do it. I gave a ride home to an elder Lady and we commiserated about California, yup it will just keep slogging on towards disaster.  I felt ashamed that at almost 60 years of age with what once was my whole life in front of me that I couldn't have gotten myself in a slightly more responsible position but.... It's Allright!

  'It's Allright Ma, It's Life and Life Only!' as Bob Dylan sang. 

   The cats purring alongside the computer, it's 2:30 AM. It's been a Hard Day's Night.