What a crazy mid-afternoon in Tarzana, winding down right now with me at home attempting to type our daily report while fighting glare off my relatively new 20-inch flat screen monitor.
This is why I got a laptop and passed on the shutters.
And the reason for me being at home? - Had to leave Starbucks today because their wireless hub was so fricken slow, like 1994.
But I’m cool, happy - cuz it could be worse…
Woke this morning, feeling fine - head for the medicine cabinet, grab me some preventative L-Carnitine and Tetracycline, plus a handful of Colon Cleanse.
Turn on the faucet, no water.
No water anywhere in the house, no warning.
I keep my composure.
Get dressed, hop in the car, down the capsules with room temperature Gatorade and head over to Gelson’s for a bagel and juice.
No audition, no appointment, gotta leave by 3pm, water should be back on by then, right?
So I’m noshing on a pumpernickel in the cafe when a local friend of mine bumps into me…
he says: did you hear the news?
I say: no
he say: a guy got hit by a tree up Reseda Blvd. today - he’s dead
me: (look of shock and cream cheese on my lip)
AND scene.
So yeah, it’s in the news - Today, just four minutes from my condo with no water, a man in his early 70’s driving a SUV on Reseda Blvd. got crushed by a falling tree, triggered by high winds.
Easily could have been me, no lie - I take that road whenever I wanna avoid the gridlock of Ventura Blvd.
Poor guy.
Then the fiasco at Starbucks.
Head back home, see the plumbers outside working on their VAN! - giving me attitude about some broken pipe seven units down.
Anyway, we’re a dry complex - at least till sundown.
Took it in stride, not the end of the world when you consider just hours ago I could easily’ve been crushed and killed by a tree.
And so it goes, the moral of the story?
Today I’m gonna have BO.