Thursday, July 13, 2006

Still No Home Internet . . .

Since I'm on vacation still, my days consists of walking to Peet's for morning americanos, working on the house, art projects with the girls, walking the Sisters Pug until they achive a perfect blissful state. This is not good for me, this schedule. It is dangerous because I don't want to go back. My heart aches at the thought of Monday.

Yesterday the girls and I traveled to the Farmers Market; they scootered and I biked the 20 blocks. Going there, as we traveled west on Washington, the ocean's clevage peaked out between the streets. She blew in our faces. At the open-air market, we checked out every single booth, sampled anything offered. We bought avocados and long-stemmed strawberries, a bunch of sunflowers and Japanese spinach. Later in the afternoon, we went to Olvera Street, which is considered a Mexican marketplace, but historically it is the foundation of Los Angeles. It's the first street created by the founders of L.A. The girls and I ate chips & guacamole and pepitas brittle and we wandered the cobblestone street vowing to start a skeleton folk art collection.

Today we went to the Salvation Army to look for patio furniture (nada) and later we made the most bad-ass mosaic planter out of most of my tea set collection. I kept my favorite pieces, but the rest we smashed to bits and used for our project. Can't wait to post a picture.

A few days before that, we went to the local college pool for Free Swim and nearly burnt our retinas off with the clorine levels. And then we went to the neighborhood Co-Op and became members. I have nearly met every produce guy in Santa Monica. Maya has befriended nearly every cashier. She'll say, "Do you know a lot of people that come into the market?" And they'll say, "Yeah." And Maya will say, "Well, you need to put me on your list." It cracks me up everytime. Then Mina pops up and says, "And I'm Mina!"

Every morning, I walk by this Frank Gehry house, which is one of his earlier works. In junior high, I used to walk by it on my way to school. Once when I was a kid, I looked in the front window and nearly fell of the planter because, at the time, there was a mannequin near the front door that I was thought was real. As an adult, I have a greater appreciation for the house. It's gorgeous live, like a structure was placed over an old craftsman.

Anyway, my point is . . .this hasn't been good because it's all been too good. I don't want to go back. I don't want to leave the bubble I've created for myself in the last 2 weeks. I want mull around and crank up this creative gush that's dying to erupt outta me. I feel it coming. I do.

13 comments:

Rebel Girl said...

I am still a member of SM's Co-Opportunity --- living in denial in O.C.


xo - off for summer revels ---

Ward Jenkins said...

That house was featured in the documentary Sketches with Frank Gehry. It's a great film. I highly recommend it.

acumamakiki said...

Oh my. I know this house and used to drive by it all the time when I'd go the coastal route. You live in a rad section of Santa Monica ~ I'm so happy for you and your family. Congratulations!!

Anonymous said...

D- Your new life in SM sounds like butter!!! I am so happy that you are all settled and exploring your new hood.....
BUT MAN we MISS you here! Come Back! The LOTTO Club girls need your voodu! That only you do!! (=
Javier's chips and Guacamole next week to help soften the return landing!!!
Thanks for blogging at the Library! You ROCK!!!
See you Monday!!
K

Miniwhoha said...

We will win the lotto and you can do it every day! However, and that is a big however, we miss you so much here and want you back! Nothing is the same without you...

Green Whale said...

One of the hardest things about living in America has been to get used to feeling always astray, to reconcile myself to the impossibility of finding a city where I feel at home. I envy you.

andrea said...

sounds dreamy. I am in love with the idea of being able to walk everywhere-- to the market, to the library, the everyday stuff. no doubt you and the girls have already charmed the snap out of everyone you've come in contact with... yay for fab new neighborhoods. yay I say!

p.s. you just missed the horrendous atlanta weather we were telling you about... it is HOT AND STEAMY here right now. I can barely breathe. come on back and bring that ocean breeze with you, yo.

Lynne said...

yes, i totally get you. i am the same way every august when school resumes...just bursting with creative energy and out of time.
and i have a skeleton folk art collection. how stinkin' cool are we?

Michelle Fry said...

The Frank Gehry house is amazing. Thanks for sharing. I also love how you personify the ocean and how she is always female. I have started thinking of the ocean this way because of you.

Deezee said...

it's great to get a view of my extended hood through fresh eyes. I lead a parallel life these past two weeks, so I more than understand the concern with leaving that time behind...

Tara said...

you are living a life many dream of. including me. i want to be friends with my local farmers market.

oh wait-THERE ISNT ONE HERE!!! bleh.

you sound good. im happy for you madness.

dani said...

this is the sort of post i crave for....so much imagery, so many details.

haven't been by in a while and i don't know why.

your new neighbourhood sounds cool, how you've just spent the time with the girls sounds great....i wish i could be plopped there for a day or week and experience the US like this.

Laini Taylor said...

Sounds like great quality time with the girls -- sorry you have to go back to work. I wish you could stay home and write!