Quiet Time

The City, in general, is pretty noisy. We live off of a major street, and there's a fire station near by too. I figured out the quietest time of the day is between 2:45 a.m. to 7:30 a.m. Those are approximate times. I also have to get use to the fire alarm chirping. May be I'll imagine that chirping is really the sound of an exotic rare animal - bird that we (us humans) have destroyed its habitat. Then I couldn't get so upset, right, I'd feel guilty for wanting to rip stuff, no just the sound, out of his little yellow and red flashing body, right? If I owned half that bird I'd kill my half. I know that's a pudd'n head thing to say. May be I should pretend I'm on a deserted island - I could kill birds then.

There's quiet some places. I went on a 2-hour hike with my friend Marie in Topanga Canyon. Up, up, up we went. We found quiet there. Not even the Yuccas swayed too loudly. You only suspected they moved if you stood still.

It's quiet in the library too. Going to the library means change though. The brush changes me into someone presentable. Add water, lotion for the ashy bits and parts, and shoes. You always have to wear shoes in public places. I could get a study room at the Public Library. The one near my house is open four hours on Sunday. Well, I just don't study on Sunday only, so I should be fine. The bathroom is in an inconvenient location. I can try some other libraries I suppose, but it means exploring. It means may be no study room. And packing my stuff up just to go pee. I think I've had enough change for this month. May be next month I'll feel differently.

I may have left some of my clothes in the dryer at my old apartment. That sucks.