|IT'S CAMELLIA TIME AGAIN IN SOUTHERN CAL!|
--Luke Mogelson, from a piece called "When the Fever Breaks" about community workers in Liberia and Sierra Leone who are battling the Ebola virus, The New Yorker, January 19, 2015
Whoa. Well, miraculously, I have packed 75% of my worldly belongings into boxes, and with the help of my sainted friend Bill M., moved enough of them to last three months into my temporary digs in Echo Park, a 'hood adjacent to my usual 'hood of Silver Lake, L.A.
This has necessitated being thrown off balance physically, emotionally, spiritually and most importantly, caffeine-wise.
When you get right down to it, and you find this out when you move into someone else's house, what you REALLY need to know is where is the bathroom and how am I going to make coffee at 4 a.m. without waking anybody.
I have solved the latter by setting up a tray beside my bed with electric teakettle (I'm awaiting delivery of a new used Braun coffeemaker, don't ask), sugar bowl, stevia (why two forms of sweetener, again, don't ask), ground coffee, cup, gold filter, spoon, and cream. That way I have only to set everything up the night before, flip the switch, contort my torso in order to pour, dip and stir, then sip.
No but seriously what with two solid months of jackhammers and drills, finding a temporary place to stay, the holidays, the rush of January, preparing to travel, trolling the alleys for boxes, and packing (that's not even counting the "outside" stuff, i.e. work, family and friends) my nervous system was just a tiny bit shot there for a while.
I'm well on the mend and raring to explore the very steep hills of Echo Park.
New streets, hidden staircases, flowers, birds and trees I can make my own--just because of love.