Random thoughts

The fog is rolling in tonight.  It makes the lights on the buildings around us sparkle like newly forged stars. 

Los Angeles can't decide whether it is warm or cold, or barren or humid.  I still haven't adapted to that Los Angeles concept of 'dressing in layers'.  So, I sit this evening in fleece pants and thin cotton tee to make up the difference.

I miss my parents, especially my pop.  I called him last Monday and thanked him for his service to our country.  It seemed a slight gift to give to one who has contributed a lifetime of service; to his country, to his family, and to his wife and children.  If you knew him, you would know what I meant by separating 'family', from 'wife and children'.  It is because he supported and raised all of his ten brothers and sisters before he ever got to us.  My father started working at 9 years old, and has never stopped supporting those around him.  To this day, he is still taking care of his brother who has schizophrenia.  I only wish I had half the strength of him, half the integrity, and half the spine.  He is a marvel.  When he goes, the world will be a darker, less honest place to live.

Chris and I attended a play tonight, called "Café le Monde".  Call me self-centered, but as always I sit and watch plays now saying to myself, "I should be up there, why aren't I up there?"  It rarely is because the players aren't good; more often it is just because I miss it dearly.  It is as though someone cut off my limbs, and I am slithering across the floor looking for the parts.  Or, to be less morbid, I just plain miss it so.

Jenn