Errand Edna

A few Saturdays ago was one of my favorite kind of days in Los Angeles. It had rained just a tad in the morning, so it was clear and windy but with a few decorative clouds in the sky--all official signs of “winter” hitting LA.

So I completed a kind of strange infinity symbol with tangled extensions branching from the loops. My errand trail on the relatively traffic-free day:



First stop was an old mom-n-pop vacuum repair place. The shop has been there for 49 years, and the owner’s awkward 13 year old kid was working the counter. The owner/repairman was antsy as hell, but had a sweet ancient stinky dog named Penny that picked up random vacuum parts from the floor for me to throw for her. Got the rotator belt repaired for $7. Woop.

Then I drove to Glendale to get a cezve for my brother for Christmas. It’s basically an Armenian/Turkish coffee maker, and Glendale is where the largest amount of Armenian diasporas reside in the US. As a small fraction of Armenian blood runs through my veins, it’s always bitter sweet to interact with the hordes of Armenians I encounter, as I look nothing like them and can only say “thank you” in broken Armenian. I also got a pound of Armenian coffee. It stank up the car.

Stopped and got cat grass.

Went to Buffalo Exchange with a ton of my best clothing that I decided to trade including my graduation dress and a coach purse--I need to buy sleeved stuff. They didn’t take any of my clothes. This was sad but also somewhat validating…

Took a trunk full of crap to Good Will.

I know Angelenos are demonized for being “addicted” to their cars. But I bike from time to time, I have a fuel efficient vehicle, and I there is nothing quite like driving around this city with the windows down on a nice day, getting shit done.