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There is that number again; 555. Of course my posts about it were removed from this blog and F-drive makes the discs I put all my Homeless in Long Beach story on unreadable. Sick that I did not just leave the documents on laptop. Hoping some day I will find a computer to read the discs and print out my story. Sad, sad, sad that.

I came to my blog to check the temp and time was 5:55PM, 54 degrees. I am oh so tired of the cold. The rain is not bothering me as much. If not for John next door, I would have taken a walk in the rain last night when it started pouring. I am quite sure Redondo Ave, just below Anaheim would be flooded as usual. Why I like to see the min-flooding is beyond me. I have also loved to watch rain water running along the curbs. As a child I would make little dams out of twigs and stuff with the curb rivers. And if it were summer, even as an adult, you would find me splashing through puddles.

Rain was not nearly so much fun, homeless, and yet, I somehow enjoyed all the flooding that year. It was, then, like now, the cold that bothered me more. And the wind. Oh, I guess memory is faulty. Could not find a dry place to sleep at night or sit during the day, so yes the rain bothered me.

But as I typed I was remembering a morning I got soaked, walking to McDonald's to use the restroom and get hot coffee. And the walk from there, jumping or trying to jump from sidewalk to street, over the puddles or much bigger rivers than I saw during childhood play.