A Faraway Nearby

I couldn’t remember my niece’s name. Sara? Betsy? No, no, it was something more interesting. I even confessed that to her parents, the forgetting. But we still had this bond, my niece and I. Later on we were eating dinner, or actually the whole extended family was, and I was in the kitchen prepping a bowl of soup for my niece because she said she’d eat what I did. I could hear my family talking to each other about how I couldn’t eat what they made because it was all noodles and there was concern in their voice. Whether it was concern that they didn’t give me options or concern for my mental health I don’t know. When I took the soup out to my niece so she could finally eat I saw she was already surrounded by foods she’d probably already filled up on: rice, macaroni, even something that looked like pudding. I was sad and gave her the soup and said I hoped she’d eat it because it was really yummy. Then I left.

at The El Capitan Theatre

Here it comes.... #lamarathon #sunsetblvd #silverlake #262 #lamarathon2017

Turned out to be not a Banana Cream Pie kind of day after all. #thisislatoo #bananacreampie #meltedicecream #phonebooth #silverlake #sunsetblvd

Who cares that it's 10 months until xmas – decorated cacti are awesome no matter what season.

4. yet one more....