Well I’ve finally made it into California. I’m impressed, the times I’ve been here have always been hellishly hot and sunshiny . Today I could walk around in short sleeves if I wanted to. But that sort of defeats the matter of caution. The wind is blowing so fiercely though, that I’m afraid to linger in the public eye too long, The clouds may just be blown right out of the sky and the sun will peer out again threatening to expose me. If it does happen I’ll have to stick around and hunt when it gets dark. If it stays nice and cloudy, then I’ll hop in the car, roll the windows down and drive toward vegas until all the cloud cover is gone.
I passed by a large mall type place, a kind of Strip Mall I think it’s called? And spotted a Barnes & Noble book shop. You know 120 years ago book shops were smaller than your average McDonalds joint, only three copies of any one book were kept on the shelf at any given time, and only 10 books of one name were ever stocked in the shop period. In those days, a new book was such blessing, of course this was before the age of television, and internet, and cell phones, books and art, and sewing were the norm, particularly for women. I can’t imagine the Human women were exactly thrilled with their lives. So yes, a trip to a book shop was always the high point of the time. And now, you can find anything, anywhere, somehow the mystery is gone. You’re told to read a book, you buy it, read it, that’s the end of it.
I miss walking into a shop looking around settling on a book by some random author, and fully enjoying a story that I have no prior knowledge of. Those were the days… But now there are coffee shops, and pastry carts in every book shop, there’s a corner to buy music and movies, the magic and wonder of books have all but been forgotten. In memory of simpler times, today I picked up a random book which I will read when I get to the hotel in Vegas.
Today is Friday, but it feels strangely like a Monday. No matter how many times I have told myself that it is friday, my mind is scrambling for a way to catch an all new Episode of HOUSE. So tell me, how does one, to whom time is of little consequence, get back on track? My itinerary will be voided if I miss a day, and I will be thrown for a loop, I like everything planned out perfectly. So I need you, my friends, family, and readers, to help me find my bearings and get back into the swing of things.
∆Senna∆
