Marine Layer


It was a New Legal Pad kind of day.

The bus crested the top of the pass and descended into a city shrouded in a gray morning mist. Truth be told, I was glad to see it: I hadn’t slept well and I wasn’t ready to deal with the glaring optimism of full SoCal sun. The cloak of gray felt soothing against my jagged nerves and I arrived at work late, but clear-headed and calm.

The haze persisted all day, and so did my relative tranquility. I didn’t exactly spend the day honed into a laser focus, but I managed to keep my mind on the here and now. The past weekend had been reasonably productive, reasonably social, and reasonably relaxing, but still hit a few bumps along the way.

On Friday evening we had a friend-of-a-friend come over for dinner: a gal that I’d met several weeks ago at the Korean spa, which essentially meant that we’d met while naked. Because this is how reality works in 2018. She works near our neighborhood so I’d invited her over for dinner. The Curmudgeonly Lion subsequently unlocked a new level of Californian by cooking a meal that was both vegan and gluten free. It also included kale. And a substance referred to as ‘nooch’ by the ‘Thug Kitchen’ cookbook, which turned out to be some kind of yeast. Which also tuned out to be delicious.

Afterwards, we went to a costume party with our friend who dressed as Velma from Scooby Doo. The Curmudgeonly Lion and I went as peanut butter and jelly. We knew no one else at the party, which seemed to consist mostly of twenty-somethings, but managed to have a good time anyway. So I considered that a successful attempt at socializing.

Saturday was largely dedicated to making progress on various writing projects: transcribing chapters into my novel and scenes into my screenplay. Finally making some progress with my writing has probably been one of the biggest factors in balancing my mood: now when I sit down on the bus to work I actually find I have some momentum, which allows me to immerse myself in whatever world I’m trying to build instead of spinning out into an angst spiral (tormentnado?)

But regrettably I couldn’t stay in that writer zone forever. I emerged late in the afternoon to go for a run, which felt great, and to eat dinner, which tasted delicious, and to experience a sudden plummeting mood while doing the dishes. Be grateful! Name that mood! Make a decision! Get physical contact! My mind ran down the checklist of emergency procedures in preparation for a crash. The Curmudgeonly Lion suggested I go to bed. I decided that was advice worth taking.

On Sunday, we had a friend come over for brunch. She ran late, so I was already a cup and a half of spiked coffee down by the time she arrived, and was feeling no pain. We visited for a while and then wandered over to the monthly Topanga Vintage Market to check out the wares. The market is a kind of flea market that happens on the fourth Sunday of every month, set up in the parking lot of the nearby community college. Mostly we just browsed, but there were plenty of temptations to draw us back when money is less of an issue. Someday.

And that pretty well brings us back to gray Monday- the underloved stepchild of the week. It’s ok, Monday, I love you even when you’re gray and hazy. Sometimes we all just need a soft gray start to the week.

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~ by Gwydhar Gebien on October 29, 2018.

One Response to “Marine Layer”

  1. Great post 😁

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