I sign my posts “Always, Jan,” because you can count on me to always be me. Those who know me, love me (or so I’d like to think), though they’d be quick to point me out in a police line-up. ”That’s her!” Guilty as charged.
I love the offbeat, the idiosyncratic, and the just plain bizarre, which comes in handy because that pretty much sums up my life so far. I’m married to a filmmaker, who can install drywall while cooking a gourmet meal for eight. My two sons make me proud – I remind myself of this each month when I write the checks for their stints in rehab. Then one day I blinked, and they miraculously grew into young men who write thank you notes without me having to ask. They both have a wicked sense of humor. Imagine that.
We live in an Arts & Crafts bungalow that is home not only to my family, but a menagerie of friends, dogs, and one very opinionated pot-bellied pig (RIP to our dear Maisie 2014). Welcome to Bunbun, our flower-eating rabbit. (I so wanted to name him Edward Hopper.) I live in an idyllic town nestled in the urban sprawl that passes for Los Angeles. Mornings I can hear my neighbor’s chickens. Afternoons I can hear the raucous flock of parrots that roosts in a nearby tree. Life is good.
Did I mention
I’m I was a teacher for 11 years? Third graders are so adorable. They’re concerned not only about how global warming will affect polar bears, but more importantly, how will it affect Santa?
I know a thing or two and like sharing my observations. Humor is my Trojan Horse. It gets me inside the gate, so I can be heard. I subscribe to the credo “The cure for boredom is curiosity – there is no cure for curiosity.” Yes, I may be irreverent – but never mean spirited. And I can be serious – really! I’m creatively contagious, especially when caffeinated. Welcome to my planet!