City Life

The 6th day of Mom and Elle’s visit started with a lesson in the drawbacks of city living. Someone had gone through both my car and mom’s rental (we’d both left them unlocked). It happened to me once before months ago (and again yesterday) so I wasn’t as shocked as poor Elle who found the cars tossed. They didn’t take anything, just went through it all, left the car a mess and left everything open which drains the battery. Luckily, both cars started.

We filled the rental with most of my storage stuff to take to my Aunt Norma’s attic across the lake. Then, we unloaded everything, mostly heavy boxes of books, and found a corner under the eaves to stash it. After all that heavy lifting, we headed to a sno-ball stand and shared a table with a man and his toddler daughter. Turns out you can get some of the flavors without color in them to save on clean-up time. Who knew? He was an interesting guy who spends his nights working for Target and his days playing with his little girl. He and his wife from South America own 3 houses on modest salaries. They love traveling. People’s lives here are simpler and fuller than I’m used to, than mine. By the time we left, the sno-ball line had grown significantly and people were anxious to take over our shady spot.

We visited with Norma some more and watched some of Oprah’s interview with Michael Jackson. A year ago, when Jackson died, I was living a few blocks from his star on the Walk of Fame. Helicopters, up to 9 at a time, hovered over my place all day every day for weeks. Before I moved to L.A., I saw Boyz in the Hood and I remember thinking how relentless and criminalizing those helicopters were throughout the movie, like in a war. I had associated helicopters with Vietnam until that movie. After, I always associated them with oppression.

I don’t blame L.A. for my reactions to all things L.A., but when I moved out of the no-fly zone for my last 3 years in the city, it became impossible for me to stay happy and myself with the whop-whop-whop of those giant metal mosquitos. Yes, I’ve been in helicopters and thought they were amazing, a great and scenic way to travel. But in L.A., the whop-whopping of those sky-pests served as a constant reminder of crime, publicity, car crashes and other human moments of tragedy and press coverage that bring them out day and night.

There were people who traveled from all over the world to visit Jackson’s star, to pay their respects to the man, the legend, the King of Pop. Maybe some of them would have liked to live that close to the action. I know that living in L.A. is a dream come true for many people. Maybe I shouldn’t spend so much time and energy rehashing what I went through there, what it cost me, but L.A. is like the dysfunctional relationship I finally got the gumption to leave and it was a 17 1/2 year relationship, so I’m still processing it.

Mom, Elle and I came back to the Crescent City and had leftovers for supper. I had to put myself on tape for an audition by the next morning so we all pulled together to get it done. Mom was the cinematographer and Elle was the reader for all the lines. I’ve done most of my journey in the entertainment industry without family so it was so nice to have 2 experiences of working with my family in one week. Heck, it was great just having family around. We went to bed aware that it was winding down.

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One response to “City Life

  1. Lynn

    Had fabulous dinner tonight with the nurse who trained me in the field for my work with Hospice. It was a “good-bye for now” as he is also moving to NOLA. Having been raised in Baton Rouge he feels he is moving home. May come see him, and will look you up Laura, if and when I do. I loved this post. Lynn

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