A friend and I went on an LA Urban Adventure of our own making. She walked a mile to my house and together we walked another mile to a hip restaurant on La Brea. This was the first day of my challenge, so by this accident of fate, she was my first guinea pig. I was a little nervous about asking her the questions.
(1. What do you think climate change is? 2. What impact do you think it will have on your life?)
She’s a good friend but, I don’t know. Even though we talk about everything, I still felt shy to ask. Mostly I needed a way into the questions. So right there at the table on the brick patio next to the heat lamp (the temperature must have been all of 65 degrees), I told her that I made up a challenge for myself and I wondered if she would be willing to answer two questions. Then I must have said something like, ‘people don’t talk about climate change and I’m trying to change that, because if we don’t talk about it, then we won’t do anything about it.’ I think I may have been twisting my napkin around my finger as I talked. It was silly, but there you have it.
She was a really good sport. I don’t remember exactly what she said, but she got the gist of it. The earth heating up, causing weird weather. I asked her how she thought it might affect her personally. She wasn’t really clear about that. Then we talked about how overwhelming the problems of the world are and that a person can only do so much. It’s true.
After lunch we walked to an art gallery. The piece that stayed with me was a Miro. Lots of blues and reds. Whimsical. Like it was painted with his opposite hand. On the way home I accidently fell into an ice cream shop—chocolate sorbet, that’s all I have to say.
For a first conversation, I think it went well. I’m figuring it out as I go.