As a parent with a child now 2,700 miles away I am used to getting phone calls and immediately worrying I’ll be asked to solve a difficult, long distance problem. Children are breakable, whether they realize it or not! I mention this because the phone rang a while ago. It was Stef.
“I’m on the PCH¹,” she said. I could hear sounds associated with being outdoors in the background. “We’re in Mailbu.”
This wasn’t a call about trouble as much as it was a call to cause trouble… or at least a severe case of jealousy and depression. Where’s that Cymbalta commercial when you need it?
It’s sunny and in the 70°s in Los Angeles. It’s sunny and 35° cooler here!
Stef and her friend visiting from here in the Northeast decided to see how the ‘swells’ live in the Malibu Beach Colony. It’s one of my all-time favorite spots to walk and gawk.
I’m not sure what it is in SoCal, but it’s February here–and everything that implies. Hey Stef, it’s going to snow Tuesday!
Maybe she should just wait until she’s got trouble and call me then. I’m not sure how much more of her good times I can take.
¹ – PCH is the Pacific Coast Highway, the scenic drive up and down the coast. You’ve seen it in hundreds of movies and TV shows. It is why the convertible was invented!