Surrounded by Hollywood
Outside my window on the 6th floor ~ the Hollywood sign which used to be Hollywoodland is directly in front of my coffee.
The hills to my right and the ones to my left where I did backyard sessions somewhere up there at Miley's, her house, where she does things like that.
I am most comfortable several stories above the 2nd floor. I didn't grow up in a house; I grew up in an apartment. On the 8th floor where my memory best resides.
I'm most happy when I'm 6th through 12th.
It's going to be another warm and humid day but my windows are open as it's still early. The weather has been other than what I expected and remember. It's humid !!! I don't remember humidity, it's supposed to be perfect in Hollywoodland.
But that's OK. I've come to terms with small disappointments along the road to perfection.
The 'Prehistoric Garbage Trucks' (Mark Knopfler, Dire Straits, always loved that) are riding by ~ incongruous.
That's a New York City sound.
And I am here to shake the hills of California.
Shaking, which brings me to the 'why' I came.
For the earthquake of course!
Bound to happen anytime. Every time I come to LA I have a secret wish to watch the hills undulate even if I have to be in them to see it.
Ask me later if that sight was worth it.
Up here on the 6th floor... Watching the H and the W roll down the hill. And now I'm wondering what happened to LAND?
If it were still there it would be directly under the ugliest construction of...
Is that cable or phone towers? Couldn't be in a worse possible place, absolutely spoiling the view of the Hollywood sign. Do you know it is not lit at night! I thought it was, could almost see it in my minds eye. No subtle backlighting, no spotlight, nothing. But even in the dark I know it's there, right outside my window on the 6th floor. With the Hollywood sign tumbling toward me ~ those ugly cell phone satellite things (they must go).
Miley tumbling out of her backyard session house on a wrecking ball.
Brad waving goodbye to Angelina, or did he do that already? Palm trees flying into the building crumbling beneath me.
"Going down”, 5th floor lingerie, 4th house wares. Palm trees taller than anything that should grow from the earth. Silly trees that sway in the slightest breeze and so remind me of Dr. Seuss and the Lorax. "3rd floor" cynicism, nonchalance too cool to care, 2nd floor why bother, 1st floor, and I climb back up the rubble to see more.
So why Melanie why do you come to California?
For the earthquake of course, and a perfect fall.
Come with me for further adventures in Hollywoodland or where ever this ride takes me