Posts Tagged ‘dalt’s’

Wrinkle In Time

Sunday, July 14th, 2013

Every time there is a fire locally I always think about what I would take if I had to evacuate…  Photos, important documents (Of which I have very few), the computer and the kids art.  What if you had a little more time, like 3 days and you knew there was very limited storage room where you will end up?  That’s what happened when I got divorced, I had about three days to take my stuff and what was left of the community property, knowing I would be staying at my sisters for an undetermined amount of time (It ended up being a year.)  My Sister helped me, I took the important stuff and some of the less important stuff that had sentimental value or I just had enough room to hold on to.  Much had to be thrown away (I just didn’t have time to pack it all up and bring it to Goodwill.)  It was a very weird experience… it was like evacuating your life.

I try and not think of those times, 6 years past, but every once in a while something reminds me.  I remember looking at the iron and running it through the keep it or not filter in my head.  It did not make the cut, even if it was small, the space it would occupy seemed better saved for other items… And I had never really had to use it, when you wake up at 3a and play on the radio no one really cares how wrinkled your shirt is! And at that point it was my plan to keep working in radio.

I just finished my first month at my new job and I realized I need an iron… I’m now in an office full of people during normal business hours (a first for me), so looking like you wore your outfit to bed the night before just doesn’t fly anymore.  So I made a trip to the mall and purchased a new iron (not the fancy Shark one, Lucy would be so disappointed in me!)  Just feeling it’s weight in my hands brought me back to that almost empty condo, clock ticking until I had to have it empty, going through the shrapnel of my life.  I have full faith it will make my shirts look crisp and smooth… The wrinkles in my memory might not be as easily eliminated.

Friday was my first time (and most likely last seeing as they are moving the show to New York in the fall) attending a Tonight Show taping.  It was very cool, pretty much our whole office went because our artist Passenger was the musical guest… And I think it was an amazing performance, but you can judge for yourself (Sorry they only have the full episode posted, but the performance is at the end!)  Afterward I figured I try out the new Claim Jumper , which replaced McCormicks and Schmicks, which replaced Dalt’s.  It is the same floor plan as Schmicks had (not the same as Dalt’s), the Happy Hour menu was not great, the service was good, the bar itself is not the best layout and not exactly the most comfortable… Overall I wouldn’t recommend the bar, the restaurant is fine (It’s the same as any other Claim Jumper.)

The kids are still out of town… It always feels weird, they are not here everyday normally, but when they are out of the state it always feels strange and like they are a million miles away.  they have called and are having a good time… I’m just excited for them to get back.

Speaking of the kids, Thank you Aunt Angela, she bought them these awesome Shark Week Tom’s … They are going to flip when they see them.

This was forwarded to me from one of the Pod Peeps, it is a petition to get Terry’s Law on the books… It basically gives police the right to search the property of the family of a missing child right away.  There have been a couple cases recently where this may have helped, take a look and sign if you agree.

OK, I think that’s it for now.

Rock On, Jack

Reunion Weekend

Monday, July 26th, 2010

Most of this weekend was dedicated to the Dalt’s Reunion… For those of you who don’t know, Dalt’s was a restaurant in Burbank for about 20 years that I was a regular at and where I actually met my Ex-Wife.  People came from all around the country, we had a BBQ during the day Saturday and a party that night.  It was so great to see so many old friends (I was tagged in many photos, you can see them on my FB Page) and get caught up.  It was weird to sit in that room with people I have known 20+ years and think about all that has transpired in our lives in that time and how a diner in the Burbank media district brought us all together.  It was also strange for my kids to meet these people that were so involved my younger life and see the connection we have… It was like finding out your Dad had a secret life.  I never thought all those years ago, sitting at the bar having drinks that two decades later we would be sitting around a pool with all our kids sipping ice tea and sharing stories.  It was a really great experience.

Still no word from The O.C. Fair, so I’m assuming they don’t want us… Well we will just plan our own event, we don’t need fried Oreos and Weird Al to have a good time!

A “mancation“, really!?!?  Magically stuck.   What a clown.   This is sad and weird… I have my suspicions about the Fiance?  Geeks gone wild.  Being called “four eyes” might not be a bad thing.   And he’s has money waiting for him there!

Rock On, jack

Oh Christmas Tree

Tuesday, December 15th, 2009

As I lay here the other night, I realized I couldn’t hear the rain outside.  Two stories from the ground, the patter of water meeting ground did not reach through my windows, and two stories of life above me, people unknown to me, living in my exact floor plan, just at a slightly higher elevation, blocked any chance of the drops hitting the roof making a sound over my bed.  I have always lived in houses or smaller buildings where, on the off chance of a California storm, I could fall asleep listening to it’s song, my bed a sanctuary from the elements.  That is how I know this is not home.

Home was where my family was. It was where I felt comfortable and wanted to be.  This is temporary, the next step in the reconstruction of my deconstructed life.  That may be why it is so odd to look around the apartment tonight.

On Friday, when I picked up the kids, my Ex presented my with a large green plastic tub, on the side, in my writing, was written “Christmas Stuff”.  I recognized it, it was one of the many tubs full of decorations and holiday things that I would lift up and down from the attic when we lived in our tiny rental house in Burbank and later carry up and down three flights of stairs from and to the garage at our condo in Santa Clarita.  I didn’t really want to take it, but Lucy was fully aware that it existed and was excited to decorate my house with it’s contents.

Now I wasn’t much of a Christmas person before I got married… OK, there was that one year after a particularly long night at Dalt’s, I rode my bike to the 24 hour Sav-On’s and bought a whole bunch of lights, came home to the apartment my sister and I shared and did a little drunken decorating.  My sister woke in the middle of the night to flashing red and white lights and thought the place was on fire and there were emergency vehicles outside, let’s just call that misguided holiday spirit on my part.  But as soon as my Ex and I got together I tried to be better about Christmas.  For our first, I got a tiny live tree for us to have in my little loft apartment with a few special ornaments.

I kept that tree, giving it water and watching it grow.  It didn’t stay in that perfect, cone fir tree shape, it kind of grew wild, going this way and that… But that was perfect for us, it was like our marriage, not perfect, a little wild and unpredictable, but growing.  It grew pretty big, I kept transferring to larger and larger pots.  When we moved it was too heavy for me to lift, I had to use the refrigerator dolly to get it up the stairs.  It survived a tiny patio overlooking Dalt’s, a little backyard where our large black dog made sport of torturing squirrels and a balcony in Canyon Country where it would sit under circling hawks and butterflies would rest on it’s branches.  On Christmas it would again get to wear lights and an ornament or two.

When the kids and I returned to my apartment on Friday Lucy couldn’t wait to bust open that green Christmas tomb and start spreading it’s contents around… As I assumed, it was mainly filled with the items my Ex didn’t want.  But despite if it was a cherished heirloom or some garland with burnt out lights, I couldn’t imagine how it made me feel to see these items spread around this apartment, around this new “home”, around my new life.  These were decorations of celebration acquired during my marriage, symbols of family and holders of holiday memories from a time only a few years ago, that seem like forever ago.  I let the kids put them where ever they wanted and I didn’t say a thing, and they will remain where those tiny hands placed them… But they do not belong here.  Those artifacts of joy are now just reminders of pain.

It’s kind of weird for me to think about, but my Ex kept that tree.  It sits somewhere in her new life, surrounded by new people that have no idea of it’s history.  I’m not going to lie, if she had left it behind for me to deal with when we moved, I would have thrown it away.  I could not have looked at it’s branches, twisting and turning towards the sky, it’s needles of green, poured water into it’s soil, and not have thought about going to the store to purchase it on our first Christmas, seeing it placed on the counter separating my kitchen from the living room, lights twinkling in the darkened room, the joy and hope that it represented.

That rain that was falling the other night, the rain I could not hear, was heard by that little Christmas tree, it’s moisture may have even soaked it’s branches and soil, I will never know and don’t really want too.  I do know that someday I will again regain my sanctuary, that on those rare nights when the Los Angeles sky opens and rinses away our cities sins, I will hear the rain and I will feel comfortable again, that I will be home.