I've gone native
I just walked down to the store to pick up some ginger, and--I'm sorry to have to confess--I wore my sweatshirt. They're right: it does get kinda chilly in the evenings! Especially if you think that, um, 58 degrees is chilly. Which I'm obliged to report that I now do. It's not cold, mind you, but chilly... yes. How quickly we adapt.
And speaking of walking to the store: I always thought that it was impossible to do anything in California (LA, anyways) without a car. And it's true that there sure are alot of cars around; but really, around here anyways things are notable for their non-car-requiring convenience. The hippy co-op grocery is just around the corner, about ten minutes' walk, and the real human grocery store is around the other corner, scarcely any farther away. I biked there this afternoon in about three minutes, and while the biking along Olympic Ave wasn't anything my mother would have been happy with, it was still wonderfully easy and convenient. I guess that's the advantage of city life. (Yes, I could walk to Trader Joes in Lexington, and bike to the Stop and Shop if I really wanted to, but there's one key aspect of biking in Lexington that I don't have to cope with here: hills.)
- Danny