July 12, 2011 § 6 Comments
I went out early this morning in casual attire (read that as seersucker “sleep” pants, long cotton tee, bare feet) to check out the parking. There is opposite-side of the street parking here 2 days a week to allow for the street sweeper.
I went through the front gate and started into the street to read the sign on the other side. The sign is in font size 8 and I wasn’t wearing my glasses.
But coming down the street was an unsmiling hippy man and skating down the middle of the street, in full business dress and helmet, was another gent, doing ballet twirls and looking at the sky, “pinching” the traffic copters that were massing the sky during rush hour, with a squinted eye as though angry with them, then doing more sweeps and gestures and twirls, then back to gazing skyward and pinching more.
I looked back at hippy gent drawing closer on the sidewalk and then at the skater who now saw me and began in my direction. Concerned with being ‘pinched’ and with being seen as inappropriately dressed moreover in terms of hippy man’s proximity, I went directly back through the gate and into the house.
7 a.m. on a street in Venice Beach
and all is normal.
Coming soon: CARMAGEDDON
Be there for the party at Santa Monica pier starting Friday evening into Saturday: get a tee shirt, celebrate the closure, rock out to the music and embrace the “silence” resulting from that many 1000s of cars not roaring along 405.
June 8, 2011 § 16 Comments
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May 6, 2011 § 13 Comments
The past two weeks have been a blur of activity, deadlines (freelance) and work (Work!) and crazy weather and squeezing in some reading here and there (VERY VALENTINE) and falling asleep trying to watch Jon Stewart and also up early for the Royal wedding last week before work and…lo and behold, our daughter Nor is now engaged as well!
Would I have ever thought that planning a wedding could be so much fun? It’s magical. The world has turned a different color, has taken on a new shine and everyone, absolutely everyone, loves love and rings and real weddings and ideas. Including Snarl – he is quietly proud of his sister! And he has graduation on the horizon so we get to escape to U town to celebrate and party for a weekend and cheer for him.
And so on this Friday night following a major meeting at 4:45 today at work that has left me nearly giddy with fatigue here at the kitchen table as I wait for a pizza from Trader Joe’s to bake and be enough for HM and I for dinner (the lovebirds went out to eat!), I can only smile (and also thank Jeanie who just wrote to ask if all’s well since I haven’t blogged in a fortnight) and talk sweetly to the dogs who pad around hoping for a bit of crust or something warm from the oven and … ah, don’t you just love the weekends?
(Nor’s ring as modeled by the family’s Frog Prince statue)
April 2, 2011 § 2 Comments
Running outdoors into the sun, rake in hand, silly cloth gloves on hands, hair unkempt, to swill some real spring air (likely also sneezing head off) and will return by eveningtide to travel blogworld, saying hello to All!
Ah, yes, I forsook writing tasks early this Sat morning due to houseguests and found myself overwhelmed with need to make pancakes and coffee for all.
What a difference the sun makes.
October 16, 2008 § 8 Comments
What’s your wildest writing dream? asks Becca this week. Penning the biggest blockbuster since The DaVinci Code? or winning the Pulitzer Prize for a finely crafted work of fiction? And what’s stopping you from going after it?
Wednesday evening …
It’s tough to write this, not only because the debate is on but more so because I have been dancing around this question of what would I write, if it could be anything, to fulfill my wildest writing dream, yes, dancing around it for ages.
Thursday a.m. …
I continue to write articles (particularly lifestyle). I have started two novels. Yes, they’re in the infamous “drawer.” I have start-up journals stacked all over my office. I have a collection of short stories, none yet ready for prime time. I am blase regarding (almost) all of the above (not the journalism, I am serious about that stuff!).
But the dream, Becca ask, what’s the dream?
Last night I couldn’t tell you.
This morning I can.
It’s not a novel. At least not a traditional novel.
No, it’s essays. A book of essays.
‘Oh, yawn,’ you say.
No, really, a book of essays. Maybe with photos in it. Something that makes you laugh or sigh or shake your head (the good kind of head-shaking.)
Whatever. I’m not cruising the money factor.
No, at last, it’s the writing that’s the joy, not a paycheck.
And now, to the office. (which is about the paycheck).
But there’s more on this wildest dream thing … hats off to you on this prompt, Becca. More to follow.
October 11, 2008 § 6 Comments
September 30, 2008 § 9 Comments
The morning chill is not amenable to going barefoot when walking the dogs.
The corn has morphed from sweet stuff you eat to dry stuff you hang on your door as a decoration.
Your weekend outings become less beach and more long walks scuffling through leaves, wondering if people actually love autumn more than summer. There is an inherent relief with the onset of this season.