I love LA. I hate LA. I love LA. But I got a parking ticket this morning. So I hate LA. I remember the days when my parking transgressions would generate a $30 penalty. No harm, no foul, just means skipping out on two Koo Koo Roo dinners. But this morning, I was met with a whopping $45 fine for being a mere 30 minutes late, which is the cost of a bikini wax or a facial. And the street cleaner was nowhere in sight. Angelenos, parking is officially the biggest racket in town.I think I may be the laziest anxious person out there. Anxiety is usually compounded with restlessness and activity. But I am anxious just sitting on my ass. Granted, there are definite issues on my mind, that materialize in my dreams at night, that join me in my car rides. I want things to fall into place; even if things are going so smoothly now. And I carry a little guilt every day knowing that there is more I can do to hasten things falling more quickly, patly, into place.
But, the good news is, there are few things that a good song cannot cure for me.
And it's you and me in the summertime,
We'll be hand in hand down in the park.
With a squeeze, and a sigh, and that twinkle in your eye,
And all the sunshine banishes the dark.
I can't wait to get on that plane tomorrow, with my Schott's and my French book.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 12:08 PM
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