Day 2

This is what I saw on my way home tonight from the grocery store.  It's a beautifully eerie, spooky kind of view, but had anyone else been there they would have felt the warmth of it.  Hard to explain.

Today we spent most of the earlier part of the day at the Melrose & Fairfax Flea Market (or whatever it's called) and it is the MOST OVERPRICED FLEA MARKET I've ever been to.  Seriously.  There was very used clothing selling for the same price you would probably find it in a store.  Oh, and a Siouxie and the Banshees t-shirt with the sleeves cut off and a dingy shade of I-sweated-in-it-oh-so-much white that they were asking $25 for.  To show what it sort of looked like when we first got there, here is a slightly depressing pic:

The rest was actually a lot more picturesque, but none the cheaper.  We did, however, buy a few things but the best part was that they had an Argentine food stand...  Woo-hoo!  It made the whole experience so much better...  and getting to spend time with the kids was the best part.

So we didn't go home with any bargains, only with artsy things we could have made at home if we had the time to search, rescue and restore, so paying $35 for a couple of 2'x3' frames was logically sound.

That was my day.

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Geeks

Here we are... at Starbucks, which is my daughter's hangout of choice.  Her brother and I are just happy it has WiFi.

I'm not sure why this (writing) is so nerve-wrecking for me, as I used to have a blog that I maintained regularly and loved.  But this time around I asked my daughter to do the layout for me, and I've been reading other people's writings so as to get inspired -- another odd thing.

Truth is, writing again has been on my mind a lot lately.  Thanks to this girl I felt a hefty push, mostly because I read her two entries on depression, and by the time I was done I was weeping.  This may completely be a depressed person thing or because I'm mostly insane, but I cried unconsolably.  Oh, wait...  never mind (checks calendar), I was PMSing.

I hope I can get my groove back.  I want to write like I used to, when it was fun and not so self-censored.  

We'll see.