Kent, Robin, and Liz made a lovely wedding reception for the kids and a grand time was had by all. (I couldn’t get a decent shot of the big arbor and the cake in the same frame, so use your imagination!)
It’s a phase…
That’s the thing about using the bus – you walk a lot. I’ve been noticing especially how fragrant it is when you walk. It must be the slower pace so that all the smells can be distinct. Jasmine, sea salt, cat pee, bar-b-que…
I Really like the way this fence works. I think it’s something like translucent fiberglass.
Walking was the order of the day for yesterday. I hit the laundry, the bank, the video store, the post office, the library and then the market all in one big swing.
Then Nancy stopped by for a late long and luscious lunch and then Marsha stopped by for a pre-chorale post-dinner snack. What an entirely lovely day for a retired woman!
Yesterday I took the bus to Sherman Oaks, to Darryl and Angela’s place and back. It was the agony and the ecstasy, the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat, but mostly agony and defeat. Forty-five minutes to get there, three hours to get home.
I woke up this morning ready to devote myself to a jihad upon the dark forces of the Metropolitan Transit Authority. Why WHY had they left me standing on a corner late into the night?
Fortunately having not yet gone completely insane, before embarking upon a holy war I checked the online schedule again. Ooops. My fault.
I am utterly utterly T*hrilled that it was my fault. Thank goodness. Phew. I can continue this Car-Free-LA project for a while longer and not have to take up my retirement as an activist. I am anyway acutely aware that nothing really desperate will happen to me by the good fortune of my dear family and friends still having cars!
We, the daughters, did our traditional birthday skit of course and Mom was one happy camper.
She turned 87 this year and her greatest excitment was that on her Next birthday she would be 88 and we would all have to talk double we would all have to talk double and we would take her take her to the Ojai Valley Inn to the Ojai Valley Inn so she could repeat so she could repeat the best birthday ever ever when she was 77 when she was 77 and we went there we went there and talked double talked double for the whole weekend The WHOLE Weekend.
WE the girls, were ExHHausted by the effort but Mom just looooved all the attention such a display generated so…
So far, since I gave back the rental car on Tuesday I have bussed it to Jury Duty downtown, to Mom’s, to Japanese class, and to a movie date with narry a hesitation.
So far so good however even now I can see that at some point I’ll be quite done with this phase. I have no idea at all as to when that will be but since I’m already mentioning it…
What a crack-up: ‘Free Dinero for College’ – classic LA Speak. (I’m just assuming everyone recognizes a bus-ad when they see it.)
Jury Duty: I was assigned to a jury panel on Tuesday and was among the first 18 to be questioned.
I was thinking to come up with any story that would get me out but then I decided telling the truth would just be easier. So I did and after hours and hours and another 12 jurors being called to fill in for those excused, late Wednesday afternoon I was released anyway. Then I thought, hey, what’s the matter with me? I’d be a perfectly fine juror. But they thought otherwise..
(Now I’m telling the Jury Duty story. Later I’ll tell the bus stop story. (I’m fine…no problem…next time I’ll just be walking a few extra blocks in the opposite direction is all…))
The charge was felony ‘lewd acts with a minor under the age of 14’. Of course it would have been a horror to deal with and there were many among the prospective jurors who ended up in tears and we hadn’t yet heard a word of testimony.
The whole process of jury selection and especially the judge’s participation was quite interesting, a real civics lesson, and now I’m so curious about how it will turn out that I have toyed with the idea of going down to listen to the trial! But probably not That curious.
This is my first entry since the faabulous wedding and I’m going to skip all the prior and subsequent cr*ppy stuff for now because that’s what I want to do, and I can, so that’s it.
Olvera Street with Sandy! The weather had cleared and we soaked up the sun and all the colors the sun revealed. Mirror magic and PhotoShopPhun.