A couple of weeks ago, I mentioned in my post “Fashion Over Saturation” that I had breakfast at a cool, trendy place in West Los Angeles called Food.
I met a grandpa sort of guy there, sitting next to me at the bar. I like to sit at the bar in those types of places. You never know who you’ll meet. It also makes for an excellent inside view into the inner-workings of the restaurant. You wouldn’t believe what goes on.
As soon as I sat down with my Financial Times, Weekend Edition, I could see out of the corner of my eye that Grandpa was ogling it, enviously. It was hard to miss. I couldn’t help but notice him trying to read the orange rag from his seat. I had two editions, actually, stacked on top of each other.
“Are those your papers?” He finally asked. He must have realized he was far too obvious.
“Yes, they are. If you’d like, you can read this one,” I said motioning to the week-old issue, “I’m pretty much finished with it.”
“Well, that’s the old one,” he said, obviously disappointed.
“Well, yes it is,” I agreed, “Sorry. If I finish it while I’m here, you’re welcome to it.”
That began a brief relationship that lasted, oh, about an hour or so – over the course of which, we commented on the economy, the stimulus package (I learned this old Jewish grandpa was a conservative, and in addition to asking for my fax number to send me an article written by Michelle Malkin on the stimulus, also wanted to know my blog address, so he could check it out), and I learned that he was the proud grandpa of some very industrious kids.
His grand-daughter Coco wanted to buy herself a horse, and in order to do so, decided to sell the eggs that her chickens were laying on a daily basis. She made a real business out of this. She sells to neighbors and nearby markets, and had to turn down an order from a five star restaurant in the area, because she just couldn’t boost her production! It’s based out of Sonoma County, California and it’s called Coco’s Cluckers.
Pretty industrious, indeed. The website, it turns out, was put together by her slightly older brother. Check that site out! These kids are doing things you and I never dreamed of at eight and ten years old!
What a cool world we live in!
It occurred to me today, that I may have never been graced with such ingenuity, had I not been willing to 1) go to a restaurant by myself (something that actually bothers some women I know); 2) sit at the bar next to a somewhat odd looking, (interesting in my book) person; and 3) converse with this old grandpa.
But I like people. Not only that, I like all kinds of people – old, fat, skinny, messy, dressed-to-the-nines, and uptight kinds of people. I am not intimidated nor do I shy away from expanding or extending my circle just a little more, to include a quirky old grandpa, and his precocious little grand kids.
Pretty cool that I met him, and was subsequently encouraged that our nation of youth are not all playing video games all day long, and wasting away their formative years, eh?
This week, my younger son is visiting me from New Mexico – where he lives with his dad. He is thirteen. He is interested in some cool things too. He lifts weights, rides motor-cross, snowboards, and plays the guitar and the drums.
But I hope some of me does eventually rub off on him. I want him to realize the value of discovering every single diverse, unique and quirky kind of person that crosses his path.
Tomorrow we are braving the wilds of Six Flags, Magic Mountain. I’m sure we’ll have our chance to extend our circles there!
Have a fantastic weekend everyone! And please – really DO enjoy every person, and every moment!
Stay tuned next week, when I dish on life in Venice Beach! If I am feeling really “industrious” like Coco, maybe I’ll even shoot some video for you!
Love you people! Mmmmmmphhhhuuuhhhhhh!
xoxo,
Ms. Cheevious
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Ms. Cheevious is the alter-ego of Lisa Jey Davis (former publicist, and television talent manager, current award-winning writer & author, & health and fitness pro). Though Ms. Cheevious has become known for humor via the blog and social media, offering a lighter and brighter look at life… the blog was originally a precursor to Lisa Jey's long overdue book "Ms. Cheevious in Hollywood" which offers a fabulous, funny peek into what really goes on behind the scenes in Hollywood… a Hollywood with Lisa Jey and her funny “serendipities” in it. Think Lucille Ball meets Chelsea Handler meets the girl next door (with a little chocolate and vodka). It depicts with hilarity the innocent mistakes Lisa Jey made when launched back into the big, bad single jungle, as an unassuming single-mother in the City of Angels. It’s also about the beautiful, interesting life she led while her loving, incredible sons kept her grounded and sane amid fantastic events, new friends, parties and field trips. It also shows the turmoil and heartbreak that comes with dating and single mom life. All blog content © 2015 Ms. Cheevious aka Lisa Jey Davis
Lis,
You make it EASY to enjoy every moment of this life!
ditto! That was right on. How often do we all close ourselves off, and miss out on the opportunities to meet people?? It’s too fun to be adventurous and allow all kinds of people into our lives.
Thanks you guys! You are too sweet Mim! xo
There is not a shy bone in your body! Never has been as far back as I can remember, and we go waaayyy back. I’m sure thing 2 will see it’s benefits and follow suit. Have a great time @ MM the roller coasters are too fun!
Love you
Well little missy – you didn’t know me as a six year old. I use to hide behind my dad’s leg when he’d try to introduce me to his friends! Crazy stuff eh? I guess I got over THAT! HA!
That’s why I travel alone so much! So many weird people to meet along the way, and it only happens when you are on your own. Great story. Miss you – hope visit with Conor went well. : )
That’s why I travel alone so much! So many weird people to meet along the way, and it only happens when you are on your own. Great story. Miss you – hope visit with Conor went well. : )