Autumn

 

 

Today is the first day of Autumn. Before I look forward, I want to look back.

 

I think Mister and I really took advantage of Summer this year. We were in that pool every chance we got, and that’s saying something as we don’t have a pool heater and the water can be a wee bit chilly, y’all. We grew tomatoes and basil to the best of our abilities and ate them beyond our abilities. (The tomatoes are long-gone but the basil lives on in a ton of pesto.) We hit a couple of open-air venues for shows, and in L.A. those are some of the loveliest outings available. We spent exactly one whole day at the beach, and though that may induce eye-rolling since we live on the Pacific edge of land, it’s one day more than we spent by the sea last year. So there. We walked through our neighborhood on July 4th – along with a few hundred other neighbors – and enjoyed fireworks as part of the community. There was also plenty of drinking, eating and socializing this Summer. Of course, those things seem to happen every Summer.

 

We also had a serious A/C outing this past Summer, and I did not appreciate that one bit. But during that heat wave, I got up each morning and opened the front door wide in hopes of getting some cool morning air into the house (and hot, stagnant air out). With the front door open, I sat with my coffee and witnessed the world in its waking. Each morning was quiet and, though I was watching the whole world (or as much of it as my aging eyes could see), personal. Those mornings were still and calm. And they helped.

 

It will be hot in L.A. for a while, if only intermittently. And I may find myself taking a few more dips in that pool. But make no mistake – Autumn is here. Her light is different. Her food is different. Her social patterns – different. And I welcome her with open arms. If I’m caught looking back over my shoulder on all that was Summer, it won’t mean I don’t appreciate what lies before me.

 

Autumn. I’m ready.

It’s All Different

 

 

 

My friend moved from the Hollywood Hills to the beach. And, I swear, it feels like she moved to the east coast.

 

I was so used to seeing her on a regular basis. She could pop in on me. I could pop in on her. We hiked together. We had coffee together. We got together for no good reason. I was spoiled, and it was wonderful.

 

Now it’s all different. Different isn’t necessarily bad. It just takes some getting used to. And I can’t truly complain about her moving, as she really is a beach girl at heart. The area suits her and I think it makes her happy. And I ask you: who doesn’t want their friends to be happy?

 

As for me, right now I feel a little like “Karen” from Will and Grace, after “Grace” moved from Manhattan to Brooklyn. I remember “Karen” saying she would, of course, visit “Grace” in her new borough. Then “Karen” added, “I’m gonna use my miles!”

 

I’m not sure how I’m gonna work it, but I do miss my friend. Maybe I can use my miles…