Observations.

I'm sitting here on Easter Sunday and it's the first time I've ever been alone on the holiday. Not with family. Not with friends. Not because I wasn't invited, I'm just alone. And it's an interesting feeling. I'm not sad or unhappy. I'm just still.

It's quiet. The town. The streets. My apartment. And I'm reminded of the past week and things that I encountered during. Here are some of those observations:

- Last Sunday I was walking down a long stretch of road in Beverly Hills. Perfect street. Tall palms lined the sidewalks. There was a slight breeze. No cars were parked on the street. I had my earphones in, listening to classical music. As I approached a patch of grass I saw something black laying there. I got closer and realized it was a yamika. It must have flown off of someone's head in the wind and they failed to notice. It seemed lonely lying there. I found myself feeling sorry for it.

- I went out for a close friend's birthday on Tuesday. We laughed til we cried. Ate food. At one point I had a long conversation with an actor I've been trying to make contact with for years(literally). I also got drunk. Apparently, no one noticed, but I did. My mood changes when I've had too much. I can become snappy. Considered that maybe booze isn't the best mood enhancer for me.

- I was running the other day, around the time of dusk. Earphones were in. I had a good pace going and I was transfixed with the horizon and the sunset. And I thought to myself what a beautiful world it is. And how I take that for granted.

- I listened to a friend perform live the other night. He was on the piano with a string quintet backing him up. It was candle lit. I cried in rapture.

- I went to a coffee shop today and walked towards the restroom. There was an older gentleman who was leaning against the wall, he looked like he was waiting for a coffee. I walked past, to the restroom when he proclaimed "I'm in line for the bathroom." He glared at me with scornful eyes. "Sorry, I didn't know you were in line." I replied, almost defending myself. He looked at me. Stared. "Well..., now you know." I paused, not really sure how to react. I was so tempted to tell him off and give him a piece of my mind. I felt disrespected. He had pushed a button in me that usually remains untouched. But instead I said nothing. I watched him go to the bathroom and then walk out. He glared as he walked by me. I watched him sit down, alone. He was angry and it seemed like a deep anger. A sadness. I felt bad for him. And I was glad and proud of myself for not saying anything. I wished that I had the foresight to wish him a Happy Easter.

- People gravitated into my world this week. I saw and heard amazing things. I wondered at people. Met people that I could see being in my life for many years.

- My best friend directed his first day of shooting on his feature film. He excelled. He commanded with tact and grace. It was a thing of beauty and I was proud of him.


It was a good week and I'm going to leave it with a line a heard in an Audrey Hepburn/Peter O'Toole film, "Ok, you're the boss. Just do as I tell you."