Our weather in Southern California has been absolutely spectacular the past few days making me even more aware of how good I feel now compared to how I've felt the past four months. As I grow older I am no longer tolerant to cold and dark, but I just keep on keeping on. It's only when the days grow longer and warmth returns that I remember that emotionally there are two mes. One me has a sunny disposition in spring, summer and fall, and one me really slows down (hibernates in a way) when the days are so short and cold. All I can say is that when my mom and dad moved their family in the 1930s from Michigan to California, my sunny future was cast, and for that I am grateful. I was born late in that decade and I've lived in California ever since--different places, but in the South Bay area of L.A. County for the past 50 years.
I took this photo about three years ago from a friend's home in the Malaga Cove area of Palos Verdes. That's Redondo Beach below with views all the way to Santa Monica. If you had a magnifying glass, you would see my townhouse somewhere tucked into the front third of the photo, two blocks back from the Redondo Beach Pier.
I know I've said this ad nauseum, but somehow or other, never planned, I got plunked down in Redondo Beach after my divorce and I never knew I could love a place so much. It's nothing really special, I guess, compared to full-on resorts, but I am deeply moved by the fact or fluke that I am privileged to live here. Lorna and Dave are visiting from Canada right now and up until the past few days, it's been pretty chilly. In long Ottawa winters, they will remember these past few days, I'm sure. When my son and family visited a few weeks ago from Washington state, the weather wasn't as nice as it is now, but to them it was warm even when I thought it was cold.
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