September In Los Angeles.

I'm home sick today. My fever keeps going up and down. I tried to eat a can of organic soup and found a hair in it. I didn't want it to be that organic. What, was the soup made without the use of chemical covered hair nets? Don't they have hemp hair nets yet?

The Los Angeles indian summer hasn't hit like it normally does with a heat wave about this time. Instead it's been rainy and brisk, a welcome change to a city that as you know is void of actual seasons. The rain clouds altered flight paths and airplanes flew over the house all weekend. Caleb was happy about that, saying, "the airplane, Da Da the airplane!" everytime we left the house. I wish he could stay excited about the small discoveries in life. I suppose it's like finding out about a new band. There's an excitement about just knowing something new. I now get excited to see airplanes again because I can point them out to Caleb and watch him smile in amazement. I'm also excited about buses, garbage trucks, dogs and bicycles for the same reason.

I google mapped your address in Paris and floated just above the surface of your new neighborhood. I noticed your near the Pére Lachaise cemetery. I went there with my brother in 94 and we saw Chopin's grave as well as Jim Morisson's grave. From above it looks like a beautiful neighborhood, with a basketball court right around the corner and a park a couple blocks away to the northwest. I can't wait to hear about it from you.