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alexandra wrote los angeles sunshineI can feel summer coming. As much as I kid about Los Angeles having just two seasons: warm and warmer, there is a real shift that happens this time of year. I begin to feel it as I walk outside with the dogs in the early evening, looking at the Bird of paradise that stand with perfect posture, basking in the setting sun. In the morning, the chill is all but gone (a chill by LA standards, at least), and I resign myself to the fact that heat is on its way. I can’t negotiate with Mother Nature. The heat is coming. And with it come one of the the most fabulous thing about Los Angeles – summer nights.

I don’t care for summer or the heat. I’m happiest when it’s in the low 60s, with a chance of rain. I find it centers me, calms me, helps me to focus. It’s some sort of oppositional seasonal effective disorder. And after a hundred-plus years of roots in this City of Angels, with a mother who grew up with the Pacific as her backyard, I’d think that some sort of genetic predisposition towards basking in the sun would be a given. A birthright. And yet.

Summer nights, those are fine, gorgeous even, but I don’t need three whole months of them. A few weeks would suffice. But I can’t negotiate with Mother Nature.

A few years ago, Sofia Coppola’s film SOMEWHERE came out. I loved way she captured LA. And the Chateau Marmont, a place with great memories for me. She bottled up the sunshine and shot it in such a way that it made me almost homesick for the very city I call home.

I’ve traveled and spent time in cities coast to coast, north and south, but there’s something particular to our sunshine, to the light of LA, that can’t be manufactured. It’s the shadows of the canyons and the air filled with orange blossoms, the mingling of smog and sea air and celluloid. I don’t quite know what it is but just about 5 o’clock this time of year, it’s glorious.

So, I push the coats and boots to the back of the closet and prepare to follow the sun. But I’ll relish these days of spring just a bit longer.

“Is the spring coming?” he said. “What is it like?”…
“It is the sun shining on the rain and the rain falling on the sunshine…” – Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden

My favorite smell is the first smell of spring in New York. – Andy Warhol

Spring is the time of plans and projects. – Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

Florals? For spring? Ground breaking. – The Devil Wears Prada

A day without sunshine is like, you know, night. – Steve Martin


Even when a weekend is a workend, Mondays arrive with all sorts of baggage that I need at least until Tuesday to sort through. I wish I could be that person who thinks funday when they hear Monday. Sadly, if I were on Match Game, the only clue that would work for me would be manic. Weekends, good. Monday, not so much.

As usual, Tuesday was making up for Monday and the week was moving along except for the annoying fact my foot had been bothering me for a few days. By Tuesday night, I thought it was getting worse not better. And when I woke up today and my foot touched the wood floor, I thought I’d be sick. Kind of like when you hit your head getting out of the car and the pain leaves you dizzy and out of breath – numb and piercing and nauseating all at once. Every step I took felt like that. And I didn’t even know how to describe it. Swearing and holding my breath seemed to be the best way, though I doubted it would be effective at the doctor’s office.

Fact: I have never used crutches before.

Fact: The novelty wore off in about 30 seconds.

I’m waiting to hear back as to whether it’s a fracture or if it’s something else nice and fun that will require a Frankenstein boot.

If it is a fracture, I blame Cole Haan. And Apple. And the war on reproductive rights.

The purse I’ve been using has a flap front with a zipper pouch where I keep my phone. And twice in the last ten days I lifted the flap to open my purse and my phone fell, hard, on the top of my foot. I’d been eyeing a new Rebecca Minkoff bag.

When my doctor asked if I’d dropped anything on my foot recently I said, “Only my phone.” She looked at me with concern.

Phone induced fractures are possible apparently. Seriously? I said. You’d be surprised, she replied as she sent me off for x-rays.

If it is a fracture, time spent marching at the rally Saturday to protect my uterus may have irritated the iFoot. And the 5K the weekend prior couldn’t have helped. All for a good cause, right?

I’m figuring out how to hop around on crutches. It’s not pretty. Think graceful but then do a 180. Add a couple of dogs who really like checking out the crutches as I walk, and it’s a bit like the gauntlet.

So, Wednesday, you won this one. I give up. Tomorrow is another day.

And now, five great things someone else said about getting over those days when you could use a refund:

Some people believe holding on and hanging in there are signs of great strength. However, there are times when it takes much more strength to know when to let go and then do it. – Ann Landers

For after all, the best thing one can do when it is raining is let it rain. – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Sometimes people let the same problem make them miserable for years when they could just say, So what. That’s one of my favorite things to say. So what. – Andy Warhol, The Philosophy of Andy Warhol

Just tell yourself, Duckie, you’re real quite lucky. – Dr. Seuss, Did I Ever Tell You How Lucky You Are?

Being content is perhaps no less easy than playing the violin well: and requires no less practice. – Alain de Botton