I live here. In this house. With this view. Carole is staying in the upstairs bedroom, and I’m staying downstairs. We live on different floors, says the slack-jawed New Yorker. Our house, which belongs to a famous writer–not sure if I can reveal her name; I’ll ask her–is an architectural jewel designed by Rudolph M. Schindler, tucked away on a dead-end street in the Hollywood Hills. It has secret panels and passageways and a stunning view from the living room (see photo, right.) And this is my home for the next four months.
Perhaps you’re under the impression that I am mightily enjoying myself. Well you’d be mistaken–LA is full of hardship. When I drive, I have to shade my eyes from the sun. And when I took a hike through Fryman Canyon today (photos, bottom), I spent the whole time looking around for coyotes. Plus, I have to adjust to having a roommate–one who brought her own movie projector with her, along with dozens of music documentaries. Counting the days until I can come home. 
January 7th, 2010 at 12:28 pm
FU from NYC, Laurie!
Go shield your eyes from the sun while I pull on my second pair of socks, third sweater and wool coat.
Kidding, obviously kidding. I miss you and am glad you’re in such a heaven. Really, I am. Xoxo G
January 7th, 2010 at 2:57 pm
Jealous! I was just telling my friend Mark (who lives in LA) how cold it was here and he said, “It’s freezing here, too! It’s like 64 degrees! People are wearing puffy vests with their t-shirts!”
January 9th, 2010 at 6:53 pm
I have lived in L.A. for a long time and I would like to say that it is NOT always an easy place to live . For instance, did you know that it is so filled with crazy judgmental people that you have to wear a gown even when you go out for a hike? Yes! That is true!