Folks, it has been one heck of a week here in Los Angeles. I’m not looking for your pity, but let me tell you about Hurricane Klint.
Hurricane Klint, A Rough Week In Los Angeles
I already mentioned the car break-in: that was traumatic for my wife Heidi and is going to be costly and annoying to replace the missing ID cards and repair the window.
But my daughter Claire Marie also fell on our stone steps in the garden and split her forehead open. A parent never wants to see his daughter screaming at the top of her lungs with blood flowing out of her head like a fountain.
That required a trip to the urgent care, where she was sutured up (and now we pray she will not scar…).
Then a miscalculation led to an unplanned road trip to Las Vegas, which I will “live blog” next week. On the way up, I literally collapsed at a desolate Tesla Supercharger at 1:00 am in the morning…
Yesterday, I was home alone and decided to cook a steak for lunch. I browned it on the stove then transferred the pan into the oven.
Well, when it was done I pulled it out using hot pads, but then like an idiot forgot that the pan was hot a few minutes later, picked it up, and burned my hand badly.
I was wholly unproductive from 1:00 pm on yesterday…
My son Augustine was then climbing our massive oak tree in the backyard…I stopped him before he could fall off it and break his arm.
Oh, and did I mention that Hurricane Hilary is approaching Los Angeles, the first such tropical storm in 84 years? Today I’m cleaning the rain gutters with my left hand.
There’s always a silver lining, though.
I got to spend quality time with my son this week. My hand could have been burned much worse. Heidi could have been in the car or mugged. My daughter could have sustained head damage instead of just a messy cut.
Sometimes life stinks…there’s nothing redeeming about my many dramas this week.
Even so, here I stand in one piece with my family (relatively) well and no damage that cannot heal or lost items that cannot be replaced.
This week made me wish I had stayed longer in Europe, but this is life.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to get to those rain gutters…