The Tattoo

 Los Angeles, California

Have you ever had an experience that changed your life, in a moment, in a hugely dynamic way? There are certainly positive experiences of that. Say, you learn that someone unexpectedly has left you a large inheritance. Or you get the phone call informing you that you are being offered the dream job that you didn't think you had a chance at getting. Or the person of your dreams proposes marriage, or you learn that your IVF treatment has worked and you are now happily anticipating. The list could go on and on.

But what if it's not a positive? What if it is the worst thing? What if it's the worst thing that you never even imagined could happen? A crime committed against you. Or what if you learn something about someone with whom you share your life that you never, ever saw coming? What if it is as if on one gorgeous, sunny day you are driving on your favorite road in your convertible, listening to your favorite song, and suddenly a brick wall appears just in front of you. You can't go around it. You can't go over it. The only way out of it is through it. And that damage will be tattooed on your consciousness and soul forever.

I like to tell people that there are three things that have occurred in my life that are rather rare and special. I have seen three no-hitters at Dodgers Stadium. I have seen the northern lights. I saw The Beatles in concert. But I have also had a few collisions with that brick wall, and each changed my life forever.

Without throwing my mother and my late husband under the bus here, I want to convey what I learned from these experiences. I learned that you will survive the things that you cannot ever imagine surviving. You won't even know how you survived it. Our innate ability to survive is an instinct buried deep. You won't know that you have it until you need it, and even then. I walked as if through water for years after the first incident with my husband. After his death, it never ended.

My mother once said about my father's death that you never get over it, you just get used to it. And this is so true about those losses in our lives. It's just that the process of getting used to it changes you irrevocably. People might tell you that you're not who you used to be, or that the light has gone out of your eyes. Or that they cannot imagine how you are still standing. All of it is true. And, you just go on.

A friend has recently lost her husband, and I am at a loss how to provide help for her. You can ask what is needed. But, truthfully, had someone asked me I wouldn't have been able to tell them. What is needed changes from day to day, from hour to hour. Sometimes from minute to minute. One of the things I remember in those first days after my husband took his life, was the presence of my friend, Carole, who stayed with me and made me sandwiches that would appear on the coffee table in front of me as friends came and went. She didn't ask me if I wanted turkey or chicken. She didn't even ask me if I wanted a sandwich. She just made sandwiches, but didn't admonish me to eat. Because of her, and the sandwiches that magically appeared, I did eat.

One of the things I have learned from all of this is that you should offer an ear and a shoulder. And at all costs, avoid offering advice and input. If a favor is requested, you can make sure you are there to do it. And for the love of God, don't say things like: I hope you don't get sick, as someone kept saying to me while I was trying to keep my head above water. It's like telling children not to stick beans up their noses when they had never thought to do that!

I am not the person I was before it all. But even if you have not experienced any trauma in your life, you are not the person you were. We are all evolving, for better or for worse. And, in fact, the unexplainable horrors that I have experienced in my life provided me with growth and a strange confidence. Having been through it all, I believe I can meet whatever comes. Am I grateful for it? Stephen Colbert has said that he is grateful for the grief he lives with after losing his father and two brothers in a plane crash. I do understand that. But if I had my life to live over again, I would move heaven and earth to have not experienced tragedy in my life. In spite of all, I'm just not that courageous.

In our thirties, we liked to repeat a saying that went Life is hard and then you die. We're halfway there. But there are blessings. There is joy. There is dancing. And the balance of having those things in your life, even as you experience them while bearing the tattoo of past, unrelenting pain, does in the final analysis make our lives worthwhile. And that analysis along with that tattoo, my friends, is the triumph of our survival.

The Tech Tangle

 Los Angeles, California

I am beginning a second year of keeping politics out of my blogposts, and it has been an increasingly huge challenge. Pay attention to the news and you will see a country almost unrecognizable except in news footage of places like Iran or Tiananmen Square. Trying not to expand here on the horror.

There are smaller battles to fight. There is a lawsuit currently being adjudicated here in Los Angeles as parents have begun suing social media companies for the damage that has been caused to children. But, what about the damage the internet has caused to adults? If people question this, then I must question their ability to use the simple logic of if this, then that. Yes, the internet has created ease and opportunity for many interests and tasks. But, as someone once simply put it, The internet has made it easier to order pizza and spread dangerous untruths.

I'm sensitive to the internet issue because, as I think I have written here before, I was never sure it was a really great idea, and I was certain social media was toxic from the start. But as I learned more and more about algorithms and the way they were being used to manipulate our usage of the internet, I became more alarmed. Ever had a pair of black boots eyed on Nordstrom's site follow you for months on the internet? And how about the text I received, addressed to my unusual childhood nickname that is nowhere on the internet nor anywhere else in my life, except on my Christmas stocking? The information on and about us which is shared exponentially is world-shatteringly frightening. And the genie is out of the bottle.

I write down quotations. Hell, I sometimes write down whole passages from novels or soliloquies from movies. I can't attribute this to who said it, so I will hopefully paraphrase: We should have been very wary about this idea of taking human sociality, incredibly powerful and shaped by a million years of evolution, and allowing 22-year olds in California to reinvent it. Amen.

So, what to do? Well for a start, for the time being (and I have been diligent about maintaining this) I have resisted social media. I didn't even put myself on LinkedIn when I owned a business. I don't Zelle and I don't Zoom. I am close to seeing Zooming as a necessary evil. But it does remind me of Dennis Potter's futuristic series, Cold Lazarus, which depicts a dystopian world where all experience is now virtual and talking heads are just that, having been revived from cryonics. I just don't want to have experiences with someone's face on a screen. I find it dehumanizing.

Yet, here I am, sitting in front of a screen, communicating with fingertips. I could fudge a little and say, Yes, but this is writing. This is art. And for me, it is creative. Can't speak to the reader's experience. It is also at the case that I have the unfortunate condition of being able to write better than I speak. My brain just works that way, through my fingers. But if our communication is reduced to texting, and even more malevolently, to tagging people's texts with icons of approval or affection. Jesus. What is in the future for human communication? This is dire.

So, though I try as hard as I can to keep myself untangled from tech, it is inevitable that this won't work forever. The encyclopediac knowledge found on google is frankly irresistible, even to a tech-resister like me. That is one of the reasons I still like to see films, even classic films, in theaters so that the immersion experience of being in a theater keeps me from searching the bio of obscure artists. At least when we went to get the encyclopedia in our homes, there was some exercise involved. With Wikipedia, it only involves a reach.

I am enheartened to increasingly read about resistance to the ongoing harm that is caused by living through cameras and screens. A lot of retreats are phones down, and I suspect that the experience would be very freeing. Still, I'm not dissing the useful info that can be found on the World Wide Web. I downloaded Sarah McLachlan's setlist from the concert I recently attended. You were never going to find that back in the day, without intensive research, and even then. But the tangle of information/commerce/connection is a dangerous thing for those who bought in fully. And mindfulness of this minefield is a standard to uphold.

Worth Remembering

 Los Angeles, California

What. A. Year. It started with the fires and evacuation. A few months later, Joel had surgery to repair a forty-year old injury which had broken his nose. The post-op and recuperation was tough. But he got better. And then, about three weeks after that, Joel had an accident at work and tore the rotator cuff in his shoulder. That injury is still not repaired and Joel has spent the last nine months wrangling with his Worker's Comp-provided treatment (or lack there of).

Over Memorial Day Weekend, we attended the Valley Greek Festival. It is something we do every year and we were joined by our friends, Connie and Curt. Connie is Greek, 100%, and I have learned a lot about Greek culture from her since we became friends while we were still in college. And I am in lust with the honey-soaked, yeasty Greek fritters called loukemades. And, I only get them once a year at this event.

In June, I purchased a new Tesla and a magnet for it which basically indicated no support for Elan Musk, in spite of buying his product. I thought long and hard about replacing my 2018 Tesla with a new one, and my friend and guru, Cathy, helped me work my way through this decision. Some of my friends were unloading their Teslas in protest of what havoc Musk was wreaking. But then, they were still shopping Amazon, which I frankly find reprehensible. They all say: Oh, but it's so convenient. Yeah, well it is also convenient to not have to go to gas stations. While the devils are different, it is still the same hell. So I continued my boycott of Amazon but bought a new 3. The newer model is sublime and I have had no guilt pangs over my decision.

July brought Joel's birthday and a mid-month visit from my friend, Karen, who flew in from Phoenix. We attended a screening of Ken Burn's new documentary at the Academy (of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences) Museum. And, Ken Burns participated in a pre-film intro and post-film Q+A! I was ecstatic at attending this event, preceded by a lovely dinner at Fanny's, the restaurant at the Museum. Later that month Joel and I began dancing at the Autry Museum. It was part of their Sizzling Summer Nights series which they host every year. It was a great opportunity to see some longtime salsa friends and dance under the stars.

Around the middle of August, I woke up one morning and limped into the kitchen. No idea where that was coming from nor what to do to get remedy. I have a toolbox full of devices to use when something in my overused body is aching. I used them all; I got a massage; I underwent acupuncture. I tried everything, but nothing was working and I continued to limp. After a few weeks of this, my PC doc diagnosed this as iliapsoas tightness and demonstrated a physical therapy routine to help. It didn't help. Then Cathy determined that I was having a sciatic flare-up. This made sense as the pain was jumping around from hip to quad to shin. I had always thought sciatica was intense pain down the back of your leg. Not always, Cathy said. And she clarified that this wasn't sciatica, but rather a sciatic nerve flare-up which can manifest in a number of symptoms.

We attended a Dodgers game late that month, and Joel supported me while I limped into and out of the stadium. Luckily, we have our Dodgers routine down with parking just outside of our entrance, but it still felt like a long trek. Though not so long as on our travel to Santa Fe in early September. By the time we arrived in Santa Fe, Joel had received two cortisone injections for his torn rotator cuff and was once again pain-free. I, however, was hurting, though it was manageable with Advil. Still, we drove routes that should have been walked, and when we went to the A Prairie Home Companion show at Santa Fe Opera, I needed to ride the shuttle to the venue. Luckily, the show attracted a lot of seniors, so there were ample shuttles.

By October, I was no longer limping and by the time we arrived in Carmel to celebrate my birthday and the World Series, I was able to walk around town, though my flare-up was far from over. By November, we were finally both well enough to dance. It was lovely to share a dance floor once again with salsa friends.

And then it was Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year's Eve. Not a great year, but now behind us. I am much better, working out well and feeling grateful for a return to normal (more or less). Joel, not so much, and we recently took him for a second opinion as to why his shoulder continues to pain him, and more importantly, what it takes to get care after a work-related injury. Hopefully, this too shall pass. This is his year in Chinese astrology. It is the year of the Horse. Hopefully our horse and rabbit show can get back to salsa dancing in early 2026. Horse and rabbit show. Somehow I never thought I would coin that phrase, but I hope by year's end I can write that it was a very good show and year. For now I can only wish us all a very Happy New (and improved) Year! 🙏