In the Interim
As I was driving to the church in the wake of Tuesday’s rain, I was listening to a brief story on the rain. All very southern California. Leading in with references to accidents and backups on the freeways, of course. And then a great line, the host was speaking with a meteorologist and asked if this might be a foreshadowing of the hoped for El Nino. The meteorologist replied with a pure Hollywood image, “Think of it as a trailer…”
I find I’m still getting used to local ways. Slowly. Collapse of the interstates in the face of two inches of rain. (Yes, two inches, plus…) Sounds right. An NPR host using “gnarly” without a hint of irony. For that matter, “SoCal.” When did that term appear? I may be a California native, and coming here after being gone for a quarter of a century (except for that occasional visit) I find the “dirt” right, the trees right, the weather right, but there is going to be some uphill slogging to get the culture right. Probably just spent too long in New England, where we talk faster and are more comfortable with darker images and jokes than seems generally true here.
I’m loving coming up the hill to our little roost in the mountain, and thankfully, the gang that gathers is pretty pure Unitarian Universalist. If you go to Providence or Boston no doubt you’d recognize your sisters and brothers at the various churches, if a little more spiffily dressed than we prefer here. Just family variation.
Jan and I continue to settle in down in Long Beach. This Wednesday she’s taking her mom to see a filming of Jeopardy. Despite some taunting from East Coast friends we abandoned our near daily walk on the beach in the face of the rain. So, we’re working our way in.
I’m so glad we get to play.
Looking forward to seeing you all in church,