No woman is an island
Well, here I go again, apologizing. I meant to be more active on WP this last two weeks but the project got in the way. I am wrapping it up this week, so I should be back to normal shortly. I don’t intend to be absent, I have just been overwhelmed.
There isn’t much new to report. I was thinking about my California experience, though and realizing something that had never occurred to me before. That is, first off, I am always near the sea, wherever I go. That seems to be archetypal since my family is from the UK originally and the sea figures heavily in that region.
But, what is more interesting to me is that I started my life, the first part, on the ocean facing the sunrise or the beginning of things. And now, I am firmly planted on an ocean that is facing the sunset, the culmination of things.
My life has settled into a very quiet pattern that is likely to be the model for the foreseeable future. Most of my days are spent around my house (somewhere on this blog a couple of years ago, I put up a typical day in the life of, kind of post).
The weekends almost always involve one or another event with the in-laws, to whom I am being a lot more generous these days. I have always been extravagant with gifts for them as I give other people things I think they will like but of no less value than something I would want for myself. That is the way I was raised. When my parents came to visit me at Cornell, they would take a large group of my friends out shopping or to dinner. They never just gave something to me, while anyone else was around. I am the same way.
But I mean a generosity of tolerance. How else could I deal with them right now? With what is going on here on their side of the equation, politically right now, if I weren’t able to see past that, I wouldn’t be able to sit down with them at all.
Last week, we had a big party for my MIL, whose dementia is progressing to the point that, at the end of the evening, she wasn’t really aware of why a big table was piled with gifts. We had the party for about 50 people at what was once a Tyrolean lodge (Emily is Swiss). There is little left to acknowledge that history as apart from our party in one dedicated room, everyone else at the place was from south of the border. It was funny to see a band of mariachi performers in Lederhosen!
Geoffrey was in his usual element, regaling his extended family about his restoration projects all over the Southland. I just circulated, water in hand to everyone else’s champagne, and made the small talk that is the hallmark of California socializing. Always a mobile NYC gal, going along to get along, but never really leaving my island perch.
Things around our neighborhood have gotten crazy, and again, as with the advent of the online community Next Door, I am now privy to way too much information about everyone. Even though it is supposed to be a congenial meeting spot to share tips and residential news, it has also become an airing point for people’s squabbles, fears, paranoia and dissatisfactions. The latest is that there have been some robberies (people foolishly without enough security, I gather) and the insane notion that terrorists have moved into the enclave.
Now, at over a million dollars a house for even a postage stamp, how likely is it that terrorists would go to that trouble and expense, merely to smash and grab a few laptops and earrings? No matter, people are trembling in fear and anger over the prospect. I would love to know who started that rumor.
As the only NYer in the area apparently, I shared a list of things people could do to further protect themselves. As it is, we all have cameras and security services and gates and dogs and monitors — what more do we need? Well, some of these people are packing in a big way. They scare and sadden me.
It also struck me this week that I started on an island (Manhattan) and am now gravitating toward another area dotted with them, as discussed last week and this (pictures). If one is going to pick easily accessible (while not very affordable) islands, these would be excellent choices. And then it further hit me, that my family is from a set of islands! Am I progressing, I wonder? If I go any farther, I will land in Japan and then, what, right back to England? It makes me laugh to think about all this. It must be in my blood.
We are awaiting the long process of De, Al, and Anna moving out here. They are also expecting again, so we all have that to look forward to. Anna is also getting to the age where I can feature her as a model. She can leap for me and dress up (she’s a natural entertainer as it is) and give me a chance to develop my portraits.
Anyway, all of this has been percolating in the background while I have been inundated since January. I am hoping for a break next week and then to take better care of all of you. Thank you for being so indulgent and coming around to visit me even when I have been so neglectful of you. You know I am thinking of you, anyway, over here in my little personal island castle.
Next up: my perfume obsession 😀
Images: Chez BeBe assets: the Channel Islands, Oxnard, Ventura, California