I don't know what I planted, but I seem to be reaping the whirlwind. Having got back into the country Tuesday evening, Mom is shooting off over the seas once more. The plane leaves (hopefully with her on board) tomorrow. Minimum of prep, maximum of stress - and then we do this all again next week when Dad leaves. (Yeah, we're all crazy) This time, to balance out the beautiful Fijian climate, friendly people, and relaxed atmosphere they've just been enjoying, they're going to L.A.
Not that the Big Orange is the worst city in the world (there's always Calcutta) but its main plusses are being a big city with lots of people in it, and calling itself home to a whole bunch of actors and film studios. Advantages which are dubious at best. I've lived there for several years (most of which I can't remember, being rather young at the time) and what I do recall is the fact that I couldn't go outside, even in the back yard, unsupervised, and my parents continual warnings about the dangers of smog. Los Angeles lies in a valley, so all the fumes, gasses, and other unpleasant emissions from the area tend to hang about rather than leaving when they should. The result is that people get stressed, sick, and occasionally asphyxiated. It's a bit like having unwanted visitors.
Having said all that, I would still live there if a job required me to. I can hack the city enviroment. Anyway, at least it's warm, and if it's sunny now, it'll probably be sunny in five minutes, five hours, and five weeks. Here we tend to get weather that resembles a standard cafeteria meal: you never really know what you're gonna get next.
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