Tuesday, January 17, 2017

Scenes From a Weekend / Venice + Topanga

An early morning drive to Venice Beach on a hazy Sunday, to squeeze in an hour long skate session before the local crowds roll in and claim the space. Arlo, now familiar with the infamous slopes and dips, slicing around with new vengeance since getting his cast off last month and regaining all old skills (and a few new) within weeks of having it off. Rex, newly inducted to Venice, spent a good chunk of his time fine turning his social skills in addition to his drop ins. Chatting with long haired teenagers (who seemed sweetly inspired by his style and confidence) while befriending just about everyone on the sidelines gathered too to watch the skate after breakfast. At one point, he was even interviewed by a film crew who asked him his name, age, favorite trick and reason for skating. Which he answered most professionally (for a 6 year old that is) explaining his long time love of the sport (because he started at four and it's basically a lifetime ago - according to him) his desire to get better, and his lasting devotion to Jay Adams because: "old school" style.

Both boys seeming to find their footing in and around the local skating circles, which has been really fun to watch, making new friends and get noticed for something they both love so dearly. But rarely competitively. Leon, on the other hand (as Leon is known to) being quite content doing his own thing. This weekend that meant testing his new metal detector on the sand while Hayes chased a flock of seagulls around the beach like a wild animal, tirelessly, clenching a bag full of crumbs that gave him the kind of control 2 year olds live and breathe for. Birds so desperate they were practically eating crackers from his hand. The closest he's ever come to snatching one up. Because the kid is determined, and one of these days I swear he's going to lunge faster than they fly.

Later in the day we headed to the canyon for a single night's stay. Booked when I realized the kids were off Monday and seized the opportunity because I've been itching for a short getaway. 

We spent our time with friends and a grip of girls, kicking around the landscape on a strange hippy compound where a tree swing and tree house offered equal reason for fights, fits, and laughter. Basic kid quarrels over who's turn it was combined with complaints about unjust rulings and people taking cuts. In the middle of the fussing though there was some pretty delightful scenes and we managed (after all the wild roaming) to find a movie on my laptop which they all agreed on and were able to sit for nearly two hours at the table with a bottle of wine catching up and regaining lost rhythms to conversations that we learn to forsake whenever kids are around. In other words, we got to finish sentences, and train of thought, and gossip, and banter, and it was much appreciated.

Today we are back home battling weekend exhaustion, buried in mud soaked laundry and dreading the next two days wherein I'll find myself in a mad scramble every hour leading up to my flight on Thursday, trying to ensure things are in order, stocked, and prepared while I'm gone. The prep is always harder than the actual packing. So I should probably wrap this post and get back to business.

Hopefully returning with a couple more posts dedicated to two year old plights and the Million Woman March this week before I leave.

Hope you all had a lovely weekend too.

Stuck ON

Jemima Kirke Via Style Like U

Wednesday, January 11, 2017

Scenes From a Weekend

A spontaneous overnighter in the desert to watch our favorite local band play Pappy and Harriet's this past Saturday in our best attempt to break up the bleak streak of these dim January weekends. A full 24 Hours we spent holed up in that handsome little airstream, cleaned up and reworked, watching the sunsets paint a cactus dotted skyline hot pink from our window seat, and the slow roll of childless camping reminding us of just how easy life was 12 years ago, before the boys. When we could decide on a whim to have dinner out, or nap in the middle of the afternoon, as opposed to what camping has become today - a revolving toss of scolding, feeding, washing, arming, dressing and rearming. Hard but always worth it. Filthy but freeing. And still the very best way I can think to unleash four boys onto the world without the threat of real destruction at your doorstep. 

We drank, we ate, hung with friends and rambled around that weird flea market in the morning where we scored four records for a dollar and me an old flannel lined Wrangler jacket far warmer than it looks. 

Exactly what we needed. To get away and recharge in the cold crisp air of that sweet Joshua Tree flat spot. Which we promised to head back to before winter's end. Next time, bearing the whole crew in tow.

Saturday, January 7, 2017


I've written here before in regards to my own personal dilemmas with Woody Allen and his films as well as engaged in many conversations on the topic with others, friends, who love his work the way I do but have taken a respected stance to not support him by forsaking viewership of anything he releases. I've done the same, up until recently anyway, when I realized how much I miss (in specific) Diane Keaton in these movie roles. In giving up his work I was giving her up her work too and I couldn't help how much I missed watching her in these old movies. Last night I caved. I had never seen Interiors in it's entirety. A bleak, Freudian tinged portrait of a family faltering alongside a mentally ill mother, a roving father, and the complicated bond between three grown sisters who are all juggling their own life issues, stuck with the kinds of resentments that plague adult children still harboring life long jealousies.  

The movie is slow and melancholy in tone. The colors are soothing and the wardrobe and interior design is neutral and alluring but the end of it left me feeling incredibly heavy and sad. Probably the last thing I needed to watch in the midst of my regular January blues settling in during a month I like least, where the weather and timing always tends to get me down. 

Though I did enjoy this little footnote on youtube detailing 10 things we "didn't know" about Interiors. And on the bright side the film did inspire me to dust off the old turtleneck collection. In fact I'm wearing one now as I type. 

Next up though, something lighter. 
Something funny. After that last ocean scene I could surely use it.