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I feel sorry for all the little kids I can hear trapped living in apartments. It seems children are allowed to shriek a lot these days, or scream.

In my building of 12 units, there are four and soon to be five couples with a kid. There's no yard here, nor in the building next door. It seems the economy is driving these little new families into apartments. I like when single people used to move into apartments. There's just three of us left here, the rest are couples.

Speaking of trapped,  I watched "Surfwise" last night, a documentary about a family of 11 that lived in a small camper and surfed, the kids never went to school, the father was an eccentric. Fascinating. I remember hearing about them when I was growing up. It's a compelling story, and true.

I also watched "The Big Lebowski"! Finally! I thought it was funny and quirky. I didn't know Jeff Bridges was in it, and certainly didn't know he was the star, dude. I had no trouble liking it.

Last week was too quiet. I'm definitely in flux. This week promises to be quite busy which is good. I feel restless, pent up, kind of like the shrieking kids I guess. Hmm, did not plan on closing that circle.

I feel energetic at the same time, listless. Like there's nothing big or different enough for a prolonged amount of time to satisfy or fill the gap.  Clearly residual playa freedoms, now roaming around in only my head.

Ebb and flow and cycles. Big ebb.

I'll watch another movie and report back.