Down In The Dumps.

I've been lagging on my computer duties for at least a week, I'll admit it. I haven't been posting stimulating or interesting mama blog fodder, responding to e-mails, commenting on my favorite blogs, OR posting Noah pictures to flickr and Noah videos to You Tube--point in short . . . I am so sorry Noah's grandmas and great grandmas.

The thing is, it has been hot--I mean real hot. And, L.A. is burning like hell burns. Or at least as I imagine hell would burn if there was a hell? Plumes of brown mask the setting sun turning it into a blazing bright red disc heavy on the hazy horizon. Today ash covered the car and I asked myself again why people pay one million dollars to own a crappy fixer upper in this car-centric shaky piece of pavement by the cold, cold oily sea.

And, well, let's get down the real reason I've been absent--after a delightful afternoon with friends on Sunday, Dean dodged L.A. for a business trip early, early Monday. Ever since, it's just been me and Noah Finn. We're holding down camp just fine, but I certainly can't wait until daddy's plane hits the pavement tomorrow at 4:05 p.m.

And while I am being all down and out about life in Los Angeles this week, let me include a little shout out for the crazy homeless Hispanic lady wearing a pink wig that was screaming in broken Spanish at the top of her lungs at the construction workers jack hammering behind our apartment yesterday--just next door to Noah's window while he was napping--for the first and only time that day. And, let me not forget, since it's already flowing like lava from Mt. Vesuvius, the dumpster diver digging for bottles in the bins next door day before yesterday while Noah was napping--for the first and only time that day.

Oie. Oie. Oie! Los Angeles. You are not a good friend.

So, for now, all of the fabulously fun stuff that I have planned for this blog is going to have to wait one more night . . . or two.


JJ Keith said...

Yup. It's a bad time to be an angeleno. But at least we live in the flatlands where fire can't easily get us.

I've too have been saddled up this week. Soon it will mellow and we'll be able to be jolly L.A. mamas again. Bea and I will get our NF and J fix then.

Until then, much love. xoxo jj and b

Christie Burnett said...

I know what you mean, I too feel that I have been lax in keeping up with my computer duties...sometimes life just gets in the way!

Relax if you can until hubby gets home,

jacqueline f. said...

joni! it's so awful right now in los angeles. we've been watching the fires from a distance through our bedroom windows. it is so scary. i've been staying inside with felix because the air is so terrible, and being cooped up is not uplifting. here's to cooler temperatures and an end to these fires. we miss you two like crazy! xoxox!! jacqueline

Rosanna =) said...

This is probably one of the few times that I didn't wish we were in LA!

I will be patiently waiting for new blog posts. =)

Kate said...

I don't live in LA (closest thing we get to construction workers are noisy, nest building birds, and closest thing we have to crazy folks yelling are the coyotes that tend to party near our backyard...but...I do understand the daddy's-gone exhaustion/angst/can I seriously please just. pee. alone. feelings. Looks like from the picture above, you hung in there just fine...now sit back and enjoy a glass of vino:)

La Sybarite said...

Way to make a yucky feeling into an enjoyable read. How'd you do, that, anyway? Must be magic.


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