On Saturday, I:

  • volunteered at a 5k marathon at my local community park.
  • drove from one pole of Los Angeles to the other
  • ate homegrown blueberries that were a leetle tart
  • went to an ensemble recital for children at an Art Center
  • worked on my little audio project
  • went to an art walk in which snowboarding photography was the main attraction as well as pottery and mixe media white canvasses
  • drank hot apple cider and had white wine sangrias with an old friend

On Sunday, I:

  • worshipped like a good middle-class American in a house of the Lord
  • spontaneously called up an old friend
  • attended a backyard barbecue in which enchiladas, cheese burgers, bratwursts, strudel and butterfinger icecream pie was served
  • watched quite a few episodes of 30 Rock
  • felt an earthquake
  • drove back from one pole of Los Angeles to the other

And that’s the pulse of an LA weekend sometimes.