The Dead Zone

I'm in that nether space between lunch and having to run up the hill to pick my son up from school where I find myself fatigued and at loose ends. There's not enough time to get involved in anything because I'll be pulled out of my absorption to leave the house but there's too much time to stare into space.
This morning I took a few of my latest craft creations to Uncle Jer's to see if they'd be willing to sell them. Rob, the owner, took most of them and will put them on consignment. I won't make much money at all but I wanted to see if people showed any interest in buying them. The store is great, it's got a longtime reputation and is one of the landmark shops in Silver Lake selling unique gifts, clothes and chatches, (sp) etc.
I'm going to upload some photos of them here so all one of you who might be viewing this blog can see what I'm up to.
More later.

Brain Dead

Not that you care, since you don't know me from Adam, but I'm feeling pretty fried right now. My dad's in the hospital (probably the seventh time in four years or something like that) my hub (the main support of our family, just got downsized, that brave new world word for axed, his car was broken into the other night, radio stolen, then later that day he got a $40 ticket for overstaying a full two minutes on the meter -- law of attraction anyone? Let's see what other delightful things have been happening...I just got my laptop back from the Geek Squad; new motherboard, new cpu, new hard drive, absurd since all the same shite got fixed back in November...heh, this cranky bitching to total strangers is kind of fun. A sort of stream of consciousness airing of dirty underwear wearing skeletons. Say that three times fast.
I took my beloved Sheba on a very long walk today. We walked all the way down the hill from our house to the Silver Lake farmer's market on Sunset Blvd. (Lots of jewelry, clothes and plants not many farmers). It was hot. That section of Sunset is none too pleasant to walk around in. It's busy and mostly unshaded. I love the shabbiness of my neighborhood, which is fast disappearing, but I could live without graffiti and tagging on absolutely every possible surface, not to mention the occasional used condom, crack vial and tossed garbage. But I try to release my idealism when I'm walking around the city and like the freaky kid in American Beauty, I note that there really is beauty everywhere -- so much beauty, in fact, that it hurts. Anyway, the farmer's market was fairly underwhelming and you're not supposed to bring dogs and Sheba, who is a long haired German Shephard who only shows her Nazi tendencies when other dogs walk past her house, has some obnoxious skin condition that makes her lick her paws and itch constantly, was so hot she was dragging her ass slowing me down considerably. I took a short cut up the Angelus stairs, (if you don't know Silver Lake/Echo Park there are many stairways cut into the hillsides that are lovely and evocative of days long past and they're great if you want to get in shape but not so great if you're out of shape and have been walking in the hot sun for two hours and when you get to the top your face is as red as a baboon's butt in heat and you feel your heart pounding in your ears and the sound of blood whooshes through your head as you feel the imminence of a possible stroke -- I've already gone on too long but isn't self indulgence part of what these blogs are all about?