Where did it go? Those lazy, hazy days of summer? I’m not sure its ever been that way, but there was no lingering this summer, as we seemed to be on rails to …. A pattern is now developing in which KR comes up to LA during the ungodly hot summer of PV, spends four months buying and packing things to take back, and then we reverse the trek in September and drive back to PV. Which is where we are now. I’ve just dropped off KR in PV and am winging my way back to LA to pick up the oars-of-commerce once again.
Spending four months together in the same 900 sq. ft. loft worked out pretty well as we didn’t fight (much) and enjoyed hanging together. KR tells friends she hasn’t seen me that much as I’ve been in the office most weekends, which is true, but we found enough time together to “get things done”.
We both like living in the urban jungle life of the Arts District and continued to explore it until the very last week. I’ve been living there for two years, but we just found a new bar three blocks away that I didn’t know was there. It’s address says it all: “Skid Row Post Office Box.” KR found that she was a couple of blocks from the fashion district, which means she could buy fabric for furniture. And I found a El Pollo Loco (the world’s best chicken) even closer, just over the 6th Street Bridge in Boyle Heights. Its surprising what one gets use to calling “home.”
But, let’s stop the kidding. This summer was all about prepping for going back to PV with the right stuff jammed in the back of the Iron Duke. Which meant weekly (daily?) shopping trips to all parts of the region, looking for the next treasure. I focused on refurbishing the Iron Duke, who was looking and feeling a little down and out when we rode him up north. This time, no (minor) expense was spared: new shocks, the right headlight was a-fixed with something other than grey tape, tune-up, fluids changed, his habit of stalling was fixed and I even washed him once. KR actually got him legally registered in both countries and presto – he’s ready to rock and roll down the road.
Rolling into PV after 2 1/2 days on the road (a record) and four months in LA was a welcome sight. Green, glistening, and pretty deserted as we were just at the end of “Hungry September,” (i.e. no tourista money) PV was just as pretty as when we left. The town was deserted of most tourists, which gives the place a whole other vibe. Most restaurants close for part of the off season, there’s no lines at the bars, and lots of retail refurbishments are underway. Eveyone’s poised for the new season.
As are we.