Leaves fell from the branches overhanging our driveway. The wind carrying them to the ground where they pattered on the pavement, clicking like rain. LA remained overcast, shrouded in clouds, pulling them tighter to comfort itself from the grey and gloom that hung in thick sheets over head.
Drew and I pulled the blankets around us, tucked ourselves into the sofa cushions, drinking coffee and eating breakfast while watching Bob’s Burgers (you guys… we are addicted… to a cartoon… I don’t know whats happening to my life!). It felt vaguely familiar.
Saturday mornings of yesteryear played faintly in the corners of my mind. Laying on the plush rug in the family room, eating Pop-Tarts or Eggo waffles (lets be honest, more times than not it was a bowl of cereal, preferably Granola, Grape Nuts or Oat Bran, I was a weird kid what can I say) and watching the Roadrunner and Buggs Bunny, Batman, Spiderman, Superman… any heroic “man” really. Those days were the best! You would wake up late (8 a.m.) and get to stay in your pajamas till noon. Not a care in the world.
As we curled up under the blankets, cartoons playing (seriously, I feel my 10 year old self shaking her head in disapproval that I still like cartoons. She is saying “You are more grown up than this! You like more mature things, like art, and hair care for crying out loud!” to which I say… yes, I do, but why can’t I like both?), our troubles from earlier that morning seemed to melt away. The remainder of the day held a mystical “not a care in the world” feeling, the comfort and ease was almost tangible.
We went to Handsome (go figure) talked to two of our favorite baristas, told stories about our weeks, and drank our coffees as the sun broke through the curtain of clouds. The city came to life, people were milling about, dogs barking, patrons sipped their coffees on the benches infront of the cafe; it was all rather Utopian.
Looking out at the light we were inspired. We ventured to World Market and purchased a cafe table and chairs, which may be the best purchase of our lives to date. The rest of the day was spent walking around Elysian park, coming home and whiling away the evening light sitting on our porch. We sipped our tea, talking over ideas, inspired by working outside at our little table.
That night as I pulled the blankets around me and the haze of sleep set in, my thoughts drifted back over the day, not a care in the world.