What Does 583 Words Look Like?

Woke up at 6:39AM making a mad dash to the bathroom. Do not recall waking in the middle of the night as I usually do, with the need to empty my bladder. Heated water in the microwave to make instant coffee. Sat on couch, turned on laptop. Played a game of Spider Solitaire. No sound of cards slapping as machine deals them? A red ex over the sound icon. Lose interest in the game as I start panicking and getting angry.

Decided to allow Windows to install updates and shut down the computer last night. Wish I had not. Every time Windows invades computers that I use they change something which gets royally on my nerves. Lose the game due to lack of trying. Mess around with the Control Panel and finally decide to shut down and restart computer.

Okay, that is more like it. Sound is installed on device just as it had been last night before I allowed Windows to do it’s thing. Relieved, played another hand of Spider Solitaire or two or three. What to do with the day? Sun not shining, was too cold yesterday when I went out. It is July, why so cold in So Cal?

Mind will not answer “What did I tell myself that I wanted to do first thing in the morning” this morning? Laundry? Oh, take Cinnamon Kiss by Walter Mosley to Rose Park to sit in the sun and read. Almost done editing, organizing, writing new posts to fill in the holes, Homeless 2006 ~ prior to Safe Haven. A light at the end of the mess of a tunnel that I made downloading blog posts. If I make the effort I can finish it up today, I tell myself, but not in the mood to write.
I found another People List on a notepad doc gypsywoman. That doc needs to be gone; basically a very few things taken from Blogger that were taken from the gypsywoman website pages is all. I decide to merge that list with other lists saved on other Homeless in Long Beach notepad docs awaiting final editing and disposal. Problem with that is, as I re-read, edited, organized, filled in holes with more posts, Homeless in Long Beach 2004/2005, I decided: “Okay, now you can start deleting the people on the list,” sort of a check mark next to names of people already mentioned on my blog becoming a memoir.

The gypsywoman list is far from complete and my other lists have a lot of deletions, but who cares anyway, if I know the names of all the homeless people I interacted on the streets. I take breaks about once an hour.

Last night I got tired of looking at the brown, crumpled leaves on vines visible from my back door and started cutting away all the dead stuff. Trim some more of it away this morning. I say “Thank you for the flowers” to the air. Odd. Last year’s Morning Glory vines grew tall before I got a flower. This year the vines are very short and leaves spotted with disease or bug stuff, yet have had a new Morning Glory everyday for a few days now. One day two bloomed at once. Love seeing them when I open the back door.

Too bad I spent today walking to Signal Hill, to beach to listen to drumming. Flowers curling up by the time I got home, not enough viewing time.

Okay, that is what 583 words look like. I did not know what to write about to give myself and idea of what 583 words looked like on a blog post. Now I know.