Reframing

No, the pic's not sideways. I am. View of life from my couch, legs up, back twisted from moving to a new apartment. Limited mobility has given me an opportunity to get to know my neighbors and friends better. I'm not a fan of leaning on others too much, but when I literally need to lean on them, they've been here for the most part. Laid up in L.A. is not how I pictured the month of March, but I'm learning to reframe the shot...

Electric Trash

That Earthquake Kit I got off my Amazon wishlist came in very handy the other night, as transformers blew throughout the neighborhood, leaving us in total, soggy darkness. It seems that a small rainstorm can blow the grid, unfortunately. No worries - I just cranked my no-batteries-needed emergency flashlight/radio/phone charger and headed out to check on my neighbors. Most were in their jammies, but some were enjoying the mood set by candlelight and drizzle with alcohol. Although it was distressing that 911 was initially busy, then put me on hold for 10 minutes as the smell of smoke wafted through the courtyard, the offer of candles and vodka from neighbors in the moonlight offset the dread of possible conflagration.

Waking up to the Sun and not an alarm clock was a nice change. My mission: to pick up trash with some enterprising, civic-minded neighbors around the local grade school. I may seem like a cranky New Yorker, but I'm trying to be a generous Angeleno.