01/24/2014 9:54 a.m.
Do you ever go to write the date and mindlessly beging to put another year? 2010 was what I almost put now. For no reason.
Barham. I live on Barham, which abuts the Hollywood Hills. Really, it is all Hollywood Hills slash Griffith Park. Many developers have built domiciles and offices on sloped mounds of what seems to me like loose dirt. Not only have they built structures on these terrains, they are also continuing to sell off patches of loosely potted hillsides all over here and up and down Laurel Canyon. There is a tall retaining wall holding the wild plant laden dirt behind our apartment along with homes built on toothpicks, homes and concrete yards which loom above us. We are due for our every twenty-year giant, real estate lowering quake, are we not?
Loud outdoor yard machines. I cannot tell you if they are weed wackers, or loud electric saws. Constantly people are using their loud devices to…take out the wild plants? Build decks to increase the square footage of their should never have been built here but were properties? Taking out unwanted trees? Constantly, there is loud obnoxious buzzing blessing this turning sunny day.
Will is on a five-day workweek that started on Thursday. I am off until Monday. Ha. Now Karma barks at his pillow…cause, why not?
Our last Painted Lady Caterpillar Will and I have been watching turn to chrysalises; the third grade teacher had the kit, but didn’t get around to doing the project with the insane boys, have been fascinating to watch. Not that we needed this bug changing event in our lives, but they never made it to the classroom due to the kids behaviors. The caterpillars are interesting as these ugly bugs have no choice in life but to eat, excrete webbing, hang upside down as J shapes, and excrete it seems a shell all over their bodies.
The caterpillars twitch while forming into their chrysalis, which will eventually harden after three days time, so the literature tells us that came in the mail with the bugs in their enclosed habitat. The last bug to change kept bumping into already chrysalis forming neighbors, causing the other guys to spasm endlessly last night. Finally bug number five is upside down in a quiet J. I imagined him these past two days wandering around the little jar, wondering why everyone else had gone so quiet, and why he had such an abundance of food all to him self. I wonder how many of the pillars survive out in nature?
Onto my twenty pages of grama biography. Later a little outdoor soaking up of sun-provided vitamin D I hope.