so random

Monday was their move-out day, still working hard to get out of there at 10pm, when we stumbled in a bit tipsy from celebration, with our friends who wanted to see our new home. 

I took my framed art work from my two spring shows over yesterday killing two birds with one stone, as I met the termite fumigators to tent our new home. I cracked up reading their warning labels, learning that their fumigation facilities are located on Meat Avenue. 

M reminded me that when we finally walked into the last two places we bought, that there was a bit of let down, a tiny worry and slight remorse that the home wasn't quite as lovely as we remembered.

Walking the rooms of our new home, I had to pinch myself. Now that the previous owner's twee belongings are gone, I see that the kitchen granite isn't so flashy and shiny, and the lucite counter stools I selected will pull the contemporary, (and dare I say slightly cheesy), hood above the stove together nicely. 

The big pink oil painting that has lived for the past two years in the half bath will look great at the bottom of the stairs, and I think my framed swimming pool photo will compliment the art work and kitchen quite nicely.

We have overnight guests on the 11th, a perfect push for me to stay on task with unpacking and organizing. I don't want to find myself with hours passing, chasing light around the house, or going to the gardening shop because I need to plant gardenias and a Meyer lemon tree before the season becomes too late. 

I stood on the tiny terrace off our bedroom, (!!), and spied into my neighbor's fairy garden; climbing vines and trumpeted blossoms, a fruit-heavy citrus tree, tempting me with its fragrant blossoms. 

I read a poem yesterday, and promptly ordered the book where I could find the poem, reminding myself that despite my need to pass off a good portion of my poetry collection, I'm not a complete ignoramus when it comes to verse. 


I'm looking forward to dinner tonight with a friend, exploring a new (old) portion of Los Angeles and trying to break free of a gripping creative slump insidiously wrapped around my camera straps.