Things About LA That I...
... Won't Miss: (8.) Being Underemployed
Freakouts. Cash advances. The 25th of the month. Looking at the doctor's office with the same dreamy face Charlie Bucket wore passing Wonka's factory gates. Having plenty of time for vacations, yet being unable to leave town, because I need to be available for anything, which usually turns out to be nothing. Needing to spend more time answering "what I'm working on" than I would if I were actually working on something. Being asked "what I'm working on."
... Will Miss: (8.) Being Underemployed
Walks in the neighborhood. Knowing the "mail's here" dog barks from the "meter reader's here" barks, indistinguishable to the untrained, employed ear. Coffee in the yard. Extremely clean dishes. Clothes dried on the line. The thrill of the doorbell, even if it is stuck on chiming "Twelve Days of Christmas" instead of "Hail, Hail, The Gang's All Here." Never missing a single UPS package. Pajamas at 3 PM. Slip-on shoes. The 4 PM matinee at the Vista.
The birds who show up at the same time every day on the telephone wire just off our porch. Together, we watch the sun go down. None of us say anything. No one need say a word. It's just our little Five O'Clock Flock.
Today's FOCR: "Work To Make It Work," Robert Palmer, Pressure Drop
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