Detritus

A passing glance to my right while walking down the street brought my mind back to something in which I had outsized interest as an adolescent. There in the dirt on the opposite side from the street was some very ordinary trash. Trash of just that kind captivated me once upon a time. Here in LA, the streets commonly are lined with points of interest, and not just the most prominent ones to which tourists and others flock. As I walk along such thoroughfares, I see plenty to keep my mind occupied should it seize upon nothing else. Back home, comparatively few streets are so stimulating. It's just block after block of subdivisions which do little to differentiate themselves. There can be miles in between retail groupings of any significance.

That would leave me staring at the ground as I walk. There the only thing to stir me was trash discarded from past motorists. As you can guess, the bar was rather low as to what I would grant my attention. Scrutinized were scraps of paper, empty liquor bottles and badly damaged cds. I don't know that I can recall anything fitting those last criteria. The sun renders most things non-functional rapidly in Phoenix, and a fairly high percentage of things to be found on the sidewalk have been run over. It has always seemed sad and senseless that it should be there. Why any of it ended up where it is rather than being deposited in a proper receptacle by someone patient enough to hang on to it for a few minutes I don't know.

Cleaning my room

One of the many areas I'd like to improve on in my life is cleanliness. It seems that wherever I am living, I do just enough to not get thrown out of that particular place. I observed today that I really only clean things up when I'm looking for something. Yesterday it was my passport, so I really made an effort to tidy things up, even continuing after I had found what I was looking for.

In that pet subject of mine, entropy, it says that all systems are breaking down. That means that as soon as I finished cleaning up, things started getting messy again. I must make an effort to be more vigilant, because I know that when I do better in areas like that, I can lead a better life in all sorts of ways.

Aww....

Another entry in the entropy ledger.. I was trying to get some powdered creamer for my coffee when my travel mug( a Dodgers giveaway) came tumbling down onto the floor of the kitchen. The damage to the mug was fairly superficial, but it is now forever imperfect to me, in spite of its continued capability to contain hot beverages. I guess I'll have to get another.