Please come to LA to live forever
California life alone is just too hard to build

cooooooooooooooooold.

it has been at record lows in new england this past week or so. the wind chills have put many days at a negative 30 to 50 degrees (i'm not talking celsius, southern hemisphere people).

fritha and i drove up to maine with her six year old son to inherit a dying computer from my mum. for the last hour of the drive there was something caught in the vent and it shot burning rubber flakes and smoke at us, which had to be tolerated or we would have frozen!

it was so good to see mum. she adored rowan, as did nana. in the morning mum took us around schoodic point. the air was colder than the arctic atlantic and it steamed above the waves. the shoreline was covered in sheets of crusty, salty ice. the clouds rose into cyclones on the horizon. rocks and trees were shining with the crystals of ice and snow. i have never seen such an intense winter display.

our ride home was uneventful. the heater had worked out it's issues and kept us relatively warm as we battled weekend traffic.

wishing i was living in california. or australia.