spring in los angeles today.
Friday, March 21st, 2008
What a gorgeous day it is today. Regretfully, I spent most of the morning & part of the afternoon in my stuffy apartment doing chores around the house & watching an addicting America’s Next Top Model marathon on VH1. Sofie had been whimpering by the door all morning. Thinking that she had to go potty, I diligently took her outside to do her duty but she didn’t want to go potty, she was dying for a walk around the block. Every time we made our way to her not-so-private bathroom (our apartment house’s front lawn) she would instantly start trying to go towards the sidewalk. I finally got her hint & relented into taking her for a walk. & that’s when I discovered, almost shamefully, how much of a beautiful day I have missed. It must be 80 degrees outside & I wasn’t prepared for this because I wore my recent Target purchase, the black & white striped sweater with a pair of dark washed skinny jeans. I was feeling faint by the time I walked through the door & I immediately stripped down to my skivvies & changed into a more fitting attire. (I kept the shirt; it’s far to cute to neglect today & put on some rolled up shorts with sandals.)
& now I sit here, wishing I had a laptop so I can fully enjoy my writing & my peanut butter sandwich in this glorious weather. The closest thing would be to open all of the windows & let some light & fresh air in; unfortunately, our very nosy & noisy tenants will get in the away of my serenity. Regardless, I’ve nothing to complain about today. Actually, that’s not true. I have plenty to complain about today but I don’t want to. Why spoil this amazing energy flowing through my world right now?
Finally, it is Friday. I was thinking in the shower this morning that for the first time in a long time, for me personally, it actually really does feel like a Friday. Usually… my Fridays feel like an everlasting Monday & the weekends feel like an everlasting Sunday. Backwards, I know, but they really did used to feel like this when I was working. I feel like I am on vacation right now; vacation in my own little apartment with Sofie Aiko, who is now sprawled on the hardwood floor, sleeping fitfully after a grueling 1/4 mile walk in the sun. As much as this weather is putting a smile on my face, I’ve decided that I would rather be enjoying some unrelenting, unforgiving rain. My sister, who is in Texas, says that it’s pouring over there & that she’s never experienced weather quite like this. I am jealous of her, which is funny because she is equally jealous of me, wishing that it were short-wearing weather in Texas right now.
I am looking forward to the weekend, wondering what type of adventures me & Lover will get into. He is my partner in justice, as I like to say. Fortunately, he is taking Monday & Tuesday off, so we’ll have so much time together that we may just run off somewhere & not come back for a while. I wish we could. He & I need it. Things haven’t been quite easy for the two of us. We are now experiencing those confusing newly-married troubles that will never actually get resolved, just better. I hate it when we’re disagreeable with each other but I am grateful that he is so loving to someone like me who is as stubborn as he is patient. Being married is not easy. In the beginning it was. It seems that all you had to do with just continue with the life you already had before… just with someone else in the picture, who you will spending the rest of your dying days with. It’s truly not as simple as it sounds. It’s much harder than I expected, but completely worth it. Especially for me, because I am so persnickety & strong willed sometimes that a good piece of humble pie from my husband really hits the spot, even if it doesn’t taste very well.
I am full of analogies today. & metaphors & useless ramblings. I wish I were at the beach right now. More importantly, I wish that the beach were right at my doorstep, maybe then I would actually go. The beach isn’t so far away from me; maybe about 30 minutes to the nearest beach, but the dread to travel there through clogged freeways & dirty air never makes me want to get up & go. So I spent many days last summer wallowing at the fact that I never went to the beach. When, in fact, I could very well go… I just didn’t like voyage there. Why must the beaches in California be so hard to get to? The most favorite beach of mine is nearly 2 & a half hours away. The thought of that gut wrenching drive makes me cringe.
Sigh. This weather is giving me a very good buzz & before I come so intoxicated that I cannot think straight, I will stop my jabbering here & find something to do to keep me busy until my husband arrives.