When I moved into the new apartment with my friend, we each brought in a separate couch and both came with their own set of separate pillows. Usually when I write a blog entry, I get a stock photo. The photo you see here, above, is actually one I took myself. My pillows for the small couch are on the left, as is my couch itself. That goes on the side. The main couch is larger and my buddy owns it along with these darker pillows we use on the right.
November 15th, 2015
I'd like to preface this entry with an expression of my own sadness regarding France last weekend. I saw the news of the multi-targeted terror attack on Friday, with over 100 deaths and it broke my heart. I didn't want to pile on over on Twitter like everyone else was doing... it felt inappropriate to make such a sad moment about myself, but I do agree with everyone else who expressed dismay and even anger at such senseless violence. I wouldn't want to be disingenuous with the phrase "my condolences to all the strangers in France" something like that. My small self centered declarations aren't really going to do much to aid such a big calamity.
I'll continue to blog my usual inane nonsense as I think of the lives lost and dangers still to come. I can only hope the world will eventually overcome its own hatred and care more for itself and the people for one another. Until then, here are some of my latest musings:
Not surprisingly, we are loyal to our pillows. My room mate will only use his own pillows while I stay true to the lighter ones which go back to the day I got my first apartment in Santa Barbara ten years ago.
I should take you back to that day: it was Summer 2005. The Miami Heat nearly made the NBA finals but were just a peg short due to the Pistons. I didn't have TV service for a couple of weeks so I missed much of the NBA playoffs that year. Besides, the Lakers were so miserable I lost track of the NBA to begin with.
That's beside the point, I was on my own for the first time. No dorm to share with others, no bedroom to share with siblings. All I had was a Camry full of things I took from my room back in Oxnard. It was a dream... I drove in for the first time, and there was an eerie silence. I was into it. I was fortunate in those days to get such a dream location. I didn't even have furniture yet but it was all right, because there was a balcony in my Santa Barbara studio home that looked out to the whole city and into the ocean. I was truly blessed to have such a nice view for what was an affordable bare bones apartment at the time. I didn't even have a full kitchen, but the small section with a full fridge and a full sized range was already quite generous to have to myself.
I gazed into the sunshine and the ocean, the world seemed to be at my fingertips that day. I felt good... but I still had some learning to do. For instance, I had to figure out how to get something to sit on and eventually lie on. The first two days I had just a folding chair to rest on while I watched DVD's on a tiny 13 inch screen... and I don't mean the laptop; this was 2005... this was one of those dinky old Cathode-Ray tube TV's. it served me well for a few years back in Oxnard. Alas, it was not going to be put to use for much longer. I was set to buy a new HDTV, HD itself was still gaining traction. Before THAT I needed that couch and that bed, otherwise I was going to break my back resting on just comforters on the floor.
Later that week, I had furniture delivered. It was a blue mini-sofa and a bed. Success! The delivery guys were likewise mesmerized by the balcony view. They loved it. As the furniture was put into place I sat down and I felt a strange imbalance... then I realized a whole seat cushion was missing!
How very peculiar. I ordered the furniture back in Oxnard, but they were willing to drive north to bring it in... I hoped they'd be as willing to exchange the incomplete couch. As I called I explained the situation with the blue couch and the gold throw pillows, and they fessed up to the error: the seat cushion flew out onto the freeway during delivery. They agreed to replace the what they called "love seat" for free and take the old one back. The only problem was, they didn't have another blue couch. I was asked if cream was a good alternate. I took a moment and agreed to switch to cream. More success, the couch was exchanged for a proper one with both seat cushions and new tan colored throw pillows. Over the next ten years, in Santa Barbara, then in West LA and now in Santa Monica, the throw pillows were my teddy bear, I'd grip onto them for comfort, use them to keep warm, or just rest my head on them when I was tired. Sometimes the pillows would just keep me company in the old non-room mate days between guest visits.
Looking back on it now, I miss that old apartment. Surely it would be too small for me now, but I remember the day I moved out I made a promise to return to SB to live someday. Perhaps that would be my home after retirement. If all goes well, I intend to do just that.
There are some decades yet and a lot of work to do before I get such fortune. Here in Santa Monica, it's Coach and I sharing an apartment with two rooms, two bathrooms even, and the one living space. He clings to his pillows and rests his head on them just as I would. As of the moment I wouldn't give up my version of the throw pillows for anything.
That's all I had this time out. Hoping for more good things as the year comes to a close. I'm thankful for Thanksgiving around the corner. I'm thankful to still have my health and a roof over my head.
Quite a few things to be thankful for this year, and I'll get into more detail later on. Have a good Monday and be safe!