This week the weather was summery, with highs in the 80s. It’s already September. On Monday I was thinking how long until the weather changed and then the next day the highs were in the 70s. The weather has changed. The kind of change where in LA you can wear shorts or not. Wear a hoodie in the evening. Perhaps skip the flip-flops for socks and shoes. Et cetera.
For me, I’m wearing the shorts, tanks, and flip-flops as long as I can.
I also did some “fall cleaning” of my phone. I have years of photos and videos and backed them up to my computer and then deleted about half off the phone. I suddenly have many gigabytes to take more photos and videos without worrying about running out of storage or having the phone freeze up when there’s not enough free space. I felt cleaned, pruned, detoxed, indexed.
In LA there’s a “season” called June gloom, which is basically cloudy days with cool temperatures. For locals the lack of constant sun can turn someone into a depressed person, as if they are severely deficient in Vitamin D and moping about as if the world is ending.
Personally, I love the June gloom. The temps are comfortable enough to leave windows open and the clouds keep the sun from frying my skin. The sun in SoCal is rather intense.
Yet, like the rest of this year, it’s been abnormal weather, for good (with the extra rain) and maybe bad (a sunny, hot June). Perhaps this year will simply not be normal.
This makes me want to go to a cloudy and cool place. Maybe Portland? It’s on my list of places to go.
I also randomly want to eat a lot of wheat products like ramen noodles, croissants, and bread. I also want to go to Paris but I think it’s actually hot there too.
But honestly, I am in the best place to be right now. I love LA.
I watched the rest of the first season of The Grand Tour on Amazon Prime. When the show originally premiered I watched the first couple episodes and thought it was terrible, which is terrible to say about these three brilliant car freaks. I stopped watching.
Then, after I saw a news story of one of the hosts getting into a serious but non life-threatening accident, I decided to watch another episode. Turns out the show gets better towards the end. It’s still got parts I really don’t care for or are completely stupid, but overall I’m a fan again.
A theme that I’ve noticed in myself and some of my friends in conversation is the thought of running away. Just getting out of the car, just leaving the house, just leaving the country. All because of the same thing: not liking the present situation for whatever very deep and difficult reason(s).
It’s comforting to run away. It’s fun to run away. It’s great to not deal with whatever we don’t want to deal with. But now is the time where running away isn’t an option anymore. There’s too much to leave behind, too much that would fall apart if we left. So, now we have to change, we have to mature, we have to grow.
But growing up hurts. Growing pains are real. I think you never really grow out of growing pains.
However, I do plan to run away to a U2 concert. I have previously said that I wasn’t interested in going to the see the Joshua Tree tour, and while I am not as interested in this tour as the previous tour, it’s hard to say no to these guys. Actually, it’s hard for me to say no to their screens. I love their visuals, and screens have played a huge part since Achtung Baby.
And there’s some irony in it, of course. The original Joshua Tree tour was all old-school, with just lights and smoke or something. No screens. The complex technology of today didn’t exist back then, so back in the 90’s using lots of bulky TVs to make one big collage was what they did for Achtung Baby and that was considered groundbreaking.
This time, Joshua Tree at 30 looks like it has an old-school screen in the sense it’s only one large flat panel on one axis, but it looks SO GOOD. I think it’s maybe 4K or 8K resolution, so it’s going to be immersive. And that’s what I love so much about U2 shows. That’s why I gotta go.
I don’t like cats. Well, not true. I like cats only when they’re behaved and spayed/neutered. Any other cat, I hate. HATE. Apologies to any cat-loving readers; I hope we can still be friends.
There’s no reason to hate unless there’s a reason to hate. I have a reason to hate.
I have an outdoor furnishing with cushions. Cushions with covers I recently washed. I’ve barely had a chance to sit on my clean cushions when one day I found a spot with a bunch of cat hair. I know the cat too. An old outdoor cat that loses clumps of fur. In addition to cat fur left on my cushion were some stains and dirt. This leads me to think the cat has open sores or something. I spot cleaned the cushion and tried to spray some essential oils and put some garlic cloves on the seats. Why did I do such a weird thing? A search for “cat deterrent” made for weird decisions. And stupid because it didn’t work. Well, the garlic actually worked, but only partially. The cat just sat on the cushion where there was no garlic.
This morning left a new spot of fur but what’s this? A couple spots of blood? GROSS. So this old cat probably has open sores, bleeds, and sheds clumps of fur. Obviously an old, probably dying cat. I don’t care if it’s dying if it leaves stains on my clean cushions. No compassion for this cat.
Which led me to my own solution for a cat deterrent, no dumb homemade sprays or expensive store version needed. I know it’ll work because it uses common sense. It’s better than garlic. And I’ll know tomorrow if I need to wash my cushions again or not.
Did you know that if you take hot showers the steam can shrink the gaskets of your shower door hinge, therefore making it difficult to open that door, even causing the tempered glass to chip when you try to open the door? And the solution is to change out the gasket with a new one and include a shim so if the gasket shrinks again in the future the door will still have clearance to open because of that little shimmy thingy, saving you from flying chipped glass and writing a check for a repair.
Got to chat with my neighbor tonight and he told me that during the past couple months he was very ill, and I had no idea. He is recovering and I am glad that he’s doing better. However, this makes me wonder about a few things, mostly about life, death, and the people around us. My neighbors are around me for a reason, and I don’t want to be blind to any struggles they might have.
This also makes me think of something a friend told me recently, that there are dead people who wish they were alive. That’s a real eye opener. There’s no reason to hate life, no matter how bad. Circumstances will suck, but life is worth living. There are joys to be experienced and savored. There are mysteries to be searched for and revealed. There are memories waiting to be created and savored. I want more of those things.