Friday, July 22, 2016

Are You Ready?

When Bob was taking a bath last night, he tried to turn off the cold water but the knob was stripped and just turned and turned in his hand. We had to turn off the water for the whole house to get it to stop. (I filled up the coffee machine with water before turning it off, obviously.) The plumber came in the morning and all is fixed now but last night I had a disturbing realization.

There was no other water. 

No jugs in the fridge or bottled water hanging out on the counter. The water in the earthquake kit was old. I am not prepared for an emergency. I haven't changed out the preparedness kit since before we moved into this place two and a half-years-ago. I always like to know we're ready for anything so this was unsettling. 

I've written about earthquake preparedness before. I know how important it is. I know the supplies that are needed and how to acquire them. I just haven't done it in much too long. Our crappy water faucet was sending me a message and the message was, "Get it together, woman." 

I'm getting it together. Are you guys ready?

Wednesday, July 20, 2016


"Did you find everything you were looking for today?"

"Yes, thanks."

"Will that be debit or credit?"


"Anything big going on for you today?"

"Well, I just had the air conditioner in my car fixed which is pretty big since with this weather I've felt like I'm driving around my own sauna."

"Yeah, I take three buses to get here and it's gross."

"I bet."

"And I live in a room I rent in a lady's house and she won't turn on the air conditioner and I'm on the third floor."


"It makes me really happy to get to work."

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Starting Here

The world is spinning faster, the news a steady diet of horror and awfulness. I can't help but feel overwhelmed and helpless about it all. When I hit that spot where I am searching for hope, I start with one of the foundations of my faith as I learned it: Help others. Being of service, is an immediate fix for that low place. I can't fix all the troubles, but starting where I am, I can do something.

As I circled the lot looking for that always elusive Trader Joe's parking spot, I noticed a young family off to the side. A man, two small children, and a woman with a baby on her lap, sat on the curb. There was a handmade sign with something about a lost job and needing food and work. The man was playing the accordion. I parked and made my way back to them. I introduced myself and then spoke to the woman.

"Let's go shopping."

She picked out soap and chicken and toilet paper and milk and potatoes and peanut butter and eggs and bread. There was cheese and jam and yogurt and canned tuna and tomatoes and butter and olive oil and more. Her son picked out a watermelon. Her daughter picked out a bar of chocolate.

I paid. We hugged each other tight as we both welled up. We promised to pray for each other.

I know I got the better end of this deal.

Monday, July 18, 2016

Tattoo You

"Dad? Did you notice that a bunch of my cousins have tattoos?"

"I did."

"Why don't you have one?"

"I could never decide on something I liked enough."

"I know what I'd have for my tattoo."

"What's that?"

"'In Bob We Trust.'"

Sunday, July 17, 2016

Saturday, July 16, 2016

Smacksy Saturday Photo: Retro Mr. Rosenberg

Mr. Rosenberg playing with Young People at The Smell in Los Angeles, 2003. Photo by Jason Amos.