A 99 cent China-made bonnet on the head, a knitted-sweater topped by a black leather jacket--these are no match against a cold, wind blowing since this morning. It has knocked down the red lounging chair in the yard and blew away the potted plant and pulled the plant out, earth and all.
The so-called Santa Ana winds blow from the desert gusting at 35 mph. It is still blowing in the late afternoon, and may be blowing through the night.
A breakfast of a malukong of oatmeal mixed with peanuts, red grapes and dried raisins.
A wildfire has burned about 1,000 acres of grasses in Ventura, along the shore and there were forced evacuations, according to a CNN television report. Five hundred firefighters are battling the blaze that could gobble more areas because of the high wind.
We kept mostly indoors the greater part of the morning. Taking a morning bath has been postponed twice, thrice. No literary narrative worth putting into words. No creative juices and it is already a few minutes to lunch time.
Quotes of the day from Jeff Koons, artist in the Los Angeles area:
"As soon as you accept yourself, you can start to have transcendence. What's menacing is not to exercise your freedom."
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