It’s LILLY day today.
Five weeks home between trips. My house makes me smile.
Every time I see this view of the Hollywood sign and the Observatory I’m reminded of how many years I lived here when seeing either was a three times a year event because of the unrelenting smog.
Getting rid of the smog is a wonderful success story and I want to keep remembering every time because it gives me a hit of optimism, so rare these days.
On the same path as the above picture in Palisades Park along the cliffs, I saw this tree-plant that I was sure was the same as the ohia lehui from the lava beds of the Big Island, and I think it IS the same, the picture on the left being from the Big Island and on the right from Palisades Park.
The Legend of Ohia and Lehui from the internet: “The legend says that one day Pele met a handsome warrior named Ohia and Pele asked him to marry her. Ohia, however, had already pledged his love to Lehua. Pele was furious when Ohia turned down her marriage proposal, so she turned Ohia into a twisted tree. Lehua was heartbroken, of course. The gods took pity on Lehua and decided it was an injustice to have Ohia and Lehua separated. So, they turned Lehua into a flower on the Ohia tree so that the two lovers would be forever joined together. So remember, Hawaiian folklore says that if you pluck this flower you are separating the lovers, and that day it will rain.”
If we could make it rain so easily that would be awesome.
I’ve been meaning to check out the current condition of Hollywood Forever and the cousins Sharon and Nancy agreed to go with me.
It was certainly worth the stroll. I was wondering why there were SO many Armenians and Russians there, and not Armenian and Russian Jews either, so I asked google who sent me to the LA Curbed website:
“…by 1997 no one wanted to bury anyone at Hollywood Forever, but there were plenty of people who were willing to sleep or buy drugs or cruise for sex there.
“In 1998, a couple of brothers named Tyler and Brent Cassity bought the whole thing out of bankruptcy for $375,000. They’d grown up in the funeral business in Missouri, and a New York Times article from 2002 claims they were an inspiration for Six Feet Under. They put millions into Hollywood Forever, fixing the landscaping, tearing down walls, and installing multimedia consoles where biographies of the deceased now play on a loop forever.
“A new sales staff did quick business selling plots to Armenian and Russian families in the neighborhood.”
One of Lilly’s homework options was to go to a park and count the trees and then draw a picture of one. We counted them and she drew this tree. I wish I’d taken a picture of her drawing to go here too!
Rome had to write a report on Edvard Munch and I had a great time fishing around the internet with her learning about Edvard Munch. Did you know there are four versions of The Scream? Now you do.
I didn’t leave the house, I didn’t even change out of my jammies, but I did work on my Australia trip and I’m happy now with the whole itinerary and almost all the accommodations are set.
Now it’s just how much pre-arranging do I want to do for activities. For example there was one tour to a National Park I was particularly interested in that only runs on Tuesdays and Thursdays – good thing I looked it up!
((I still have two days to do from Kauai!))
On the way home from Kauai I didn’t take the direct flight because at the time I made the booking it was significantly more expensive than the connection through Honolulu.
So I did the connection and in Honolulu the flight to LA was overbooked. They were trying to buy people off to take the red-eye. I told them I’d let them buy me off if I could stay the night. They said cool. I called the Browns and then said Sold!
It worked out so well for me since I got to visit with Trevor, Beth, Charis, and Janice for the afternoon-evening-morning, and I got back at my expected time, just a day later.
The next day I went with Bonnie to the James Baldwin movie, I Am Not Your Negro, and I am very glad to have seen it.
I especially appreciated being reminded of James Baldwin’s world view and his contributions to a turbulent era. And I was again reminded that I am not a good sympathizer and I do not understand people.