Just got home from depositing my sister at LAX. I always leave her bed up for a few days after she leaves. The cat posse enjoy lounging on it day and night. What? You thought I had a spare room for guests? Nope. My spare room is on wheels in the garage. It gets positioned next to my bed when Carol visits. All the better for nighttime trickery, read aloud stories, loud chortling and pranks.
If you live in LA you’ll want to get your arse to Cafe Tropical soon. The cafe con leche is so strong it’ll make your hair stand on end and the guava cheese empanadas are sublimely delicious. Look for the purple building off Sunset in Silverlake. Plenty of ambiance and Cuban treats galore. Carol got hooked when I lived around the corner and must go several times each time she comes to LA to get her cafe con leche fix.
On Sunday we took a drive to Malibu. Lots of charred hillsides and blackened trees, but plenty of untouched areas too. Naturally we had to stop in at MALIBU SEAFOOD to see how they fared. Believe me when I say it’s the best roadside seafood on Pacific Coast Highway. Outdoor seating with an unobstructed view of the mighty Pacific.
Sunday night after returning from our annual horror film pilgrammage we arrived home to a police sting operation taking place at Moss Cottage. A car thief was using my back patio/ courtyard/ spraypaint station as his own personal hidey hole. One search helicopter and 6 black & whites later the area was secured (more or less), the perp was cuffed and whisked away and we got back to business at hand. Apparently the unlucky fellow took a tumble down the bluff in back and landed on my very thorny climbing rose. Fortunately only one cane was broken. The cat posse tells me they tripped him on the way down. They like to be helpful like that.
Tomorrow: my trip to the Betty Ford Fat Farm!