January 15, 2024

Wet January

 Los Angeles, California

The new year arrived. 2024. It doesn't seem possible that it has been four years since a leap year, a general election, and Covid lockdown. Time flies, as they say. Even if you're not having fun is sometimes added. I am grateful that I am having fun though fun is interspersed with responsibility, introspection, and grief for the loss of my friend last month.

I began the year without wi-fi and internet, which picked up and walked away on January 2nd. I was in the middle of doing some financial reports with CNN keeping me company when the television, which comes to me via wi-fi steaming, went off. Then, back on and off, on again, before landing on OFF with a vengeance. I went through the usual fixes of rebooting the modem, then resetting the modem, none of which worked. Dead. Doornail dead. I called AT+T. Long story short, after five days, waiting for a new modem (which, after installed, didn't fix the problem), a repairman and finally, a lineman, it got fixed. The first day without internet and television was weird. By the second day, I was doing more reading and convincing myself that all was ok. I had power, heat, water (and cellular service). Who needs the television and the internet? I told one of the repair people that I had planned to cut back on screen use in the new year, though not so dramatically. As the days passed, I took down my Christmas decorations, did both reading and writing, and a little meditation. I worked out. Life can go on, even if we can't google (though I actually could google until I ran through my data allotment, twice).

I had gone out to lunch with three girlfriends the week before Christmas. This was a 2nd annual holiday get-together. I enjoy the company of these women both in a group and individually. But this particular day the conversation quickly turned to what series they were watching on television. I watch a series here and there. And I sometimes repeat-watch a favorite series (looking at you, Durrell family). But with the sheer preponderance of available series, I'm much less in the swim of it. As the conversation went on, I, once again, found myself thinking about what it means that so many hours can be spent in front of screens! And how, when I lost the ability to utilize any screens besides my little iPhone 12 Mini and small iPad, it was an interesting experience being unplugged.

I read a lot of New York Times and The Atlantic articles. Frequently popping up were references to tempering alcohol intake by observing Dry January. And then on NPR, I heard someone refer to Damp January. Dry, damp -- it's all about temperance. And, temperance came to California to roost quite awhile ago. I can't remember the last time I had a conversation with anyone besides Joel which didn't include information about what they were giving up: Alcohol, carbs, meat, sugar, dairy -- all diet-related, and not in any way about what is happening with our minds and souls. But it's the mind and soul part that I think about as I happily enjoy scotch, pasta, filet mignon and ice cream (all in moderation. Ok, maybe not the scotch). During the luncheon with my friends I utilized a break in the television series discourse to ask if anyone was planning any resets for the new year. Beth asked if a reset was like a resolution. No, I explained. Resolutions are like, make or break, line in the sand. A reset is more like a mindful awareness. There was a long silence before one of them said: Well, that's heavy. No, heavy is what you get if you spend your life sitting on your posterior watching hours of television. And I don't mean that in the body-weight sense, but rather in the sense that you're going to spend a lot of time just sitting there. Like a rock.

My reset was in a word: Kindness. I am not always kind. But I do try to be. Tom often remarked to me: You are difficult. But you are worth it. I used to lament the difficult part. I knew my faults and my flaws. But I have come to an acceptance of myself. I expect a lot from people around me. But, I give a great deal in return. It is how life should be. There is nothing more dispiriting than a stinginess of spirit, or a lack of generosity. It stings to see that in those around me. So I do stay conscious of spreading generosity where I can. But this year I am focusing on kindness. I want to be more mindful of this going forward. There is so much anger in today's world that when one experiences another's kindness, it creates an opening like a flower. My Christmas cards this year referenced the Jackie DeShannon song: What the World Needs Now with the inside-the-card sentiment reading: It's the only thing that there's just too little of. The Beatles advised us that all we need is love. But today, in this election year, with so much anger on the road, in the marketplace, and on the airwaves, I think kindness is the missing quotient. Apparently, loving your neighbor is just too far a bridge these days.

So, dry or damp? Uh, no, neither. Joel presented me with a bottle of Johnny Walker Blue Label for Christmas. The last one lasted for about eight years. So, in the same way that I never dream of a white Christmas (way too cold), I will not be embracing a dry/damp January. I will reserve the JW Blue and my go-to will be The Macallan. Oh, and tequila. But, in keeping with the commitment to my new year's reset, my plan is to drink it... kindly.



December 10, 2023

Loss and Celebration

Los Angeles, California

I believe that there are few things as important in friendship as celebrating birthdays. Lisa has a big birthday coming up shortly, so I jumped on early to present her with her gift and take her to lunch at King's Fish House. Joel and I celebrated his birthday there last summer, sharing oysters at the bar. Lisa and I shared poke and a caesar salad. My friend Todd also has a big birthday this month, coincidentally the day after Lisa's. A decade separates them, but who's counting?

Todd and I lost our friend, Curt, last week. The fact that he is gone hasn't quite settled in. I think I'm still not ready to accept the loss, nor to write about him. Maybe after the holidays. It doesn't feel real yet. He lived in Florida. I'm still thinking he is in Florida. So, I set my mind and heart on celebrating the birthdays of my friends. Not on his heartbreaking death. Not now. Not yet.

A few days after my birthday lunch with Lisa, I dressed up to attend her birthday party at Terra restaurant on the top floor of Eataly. If you aren't lucky enough to live near a city where there is an Eataly, you must travel to one. It is a wonder. And Terra is one of my favorite places to go here in Los Angeles. Eataly is located in Century City, a place that was created when 20th Century Fox got into financial problems in the 1960s and sold off a significant portion of their backlot to create what is known as Century City. I found a dress at the shopping center there, cutting school in eleventh grade to shop with a friend, and later wore it to one of the proms I attended. That was a long time before Eataly arrived after a significant remodel of the shopping center, one of the few remaining outdoor malls in Los Angeles.

Fourteen of us girlfriends celebrated Lisa's birthday enjoying burrata with grilled radicchio, butternut squash ravioli, woodfire-roasted chicken and a cream-filled birthday cake. It was a lovely, warm late-fall day and we sipped rosé as we looked out over the pretty hills of the westside. I am a city girl, through and through. Drop me into a top floor of a hotel or onto a rooftop like this with a view of the city and I am beyond content. It was a lovely celebration. And, with the loss of Curt still tenderly fresh, I thought and remarked that at the end of my life these are the times I will remember. These special events, birthdays, and holidays shared with my friends.

I am a believer in secondary gains. That out of something bad or something sad, something good can come. The loss of Curt has given me a new awareness and a shifted perspective on the people in my life and especially on those friends whom I have often called family. Todd and I have already shared too many losses but we have borne them together. And Lynnette, who I believe God provided for me at a time when I needed that kind of a friend. I know with certainty we will always be there for each other. And my friend, Connie, who has included Joel and me in her family's Thanksgiving for almost a decade. My friendship with her is for our lifetimes. With the recent loss, these are among the friends who are in my heart this season. I am lucky to know these and other friends like Lisa who fill spaces in my heart. And I am aware that not everyone has friends like these nor does everyone have the capacity to be a genuine friend. I know my fortune in the gifts I have found in these friendships. 

So, happy birthday to my frister, Lisa. And to my friend, Todd. They have been topping my most-nightly gratitude list all week, as has my late friend, Curt. We never know who we might lose at any time. So, my secondary gain is a renewed cognizance of true, intentional friendship, and of my mindfulness to make every effort to be that kind of friend. To spend time and to celebrate together. For they are not long, these days of wine and roses (and rosés).

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Once, I came up with this brilliant idea (well, I thought so, anyway) that the key to happiness was to concentrate on three things -- to choose three interests, then focus and funnel your energy into that trio. I was an English major in college and have always written in some shape or form. So, my first choice was writing. I've always kept journals, and have also written plays, novels, poetry, and shopping lists. I do have a day job. It deals with numbers (assets and finances). Go figure. I went to college at a California University. I live in California, Los Angeles, but not downtown. No children, and sadly, between dogs at the moment (dog person, not a cat person). Enough info? I was going for just enough to not be a cypher, yet not enough to entice a stalker. And, I started my blog after being dragged, kicking and screaming, to do so. Blogs! Read about ME here, right? But I have been advised that this is a way to write regularly, and to put your writing OUT THERE. So, here goes. My name is Bronte Healy. Thanks for reading my blog.