The World Turned Upside Down

Kage Baker loved that particular and rather melancholy ballad. She sang it when days were especially frustrating and full of problems, even though ours were seldom as bad as the overthrow of generations-old society … bad enough, though. I’m certainly having one of those days. My poor sister Kimberly discovered last night that on her last day of jury duty – she had to report in downtown. I drove her to the Court House, and we found that the pertinent offramp from the 110 freeway has evidently been removed. Probably by aliens. We cast about through the dawn in the morning-glory cloaked canyons of Los Angeles, finally discovering the Court House by accident – I swear, it wasn’t on that corner the first time we went by. On my way home I lost the entire freeway system, but found an unknown end of Glendale Boulevard tucked under an overpass by the Bob Barker Marionette Theatre. That got me home, where I discovered that my CPU and my monitor were not communicating at all. The fault, of course, seems to lie in the CPU, but I can’t afford to get it serviced until the next contract check gets here, There’s one on the way, which is good; but it isn’t here yet. which is bad. There will be more coming if I can send back some of the contracts I have not yet signed, which is good; except that they are all on the inaccessible hard drive, which is bad … Still, I got together what I had and went out to drive to the Post Office. Whereupon my car would not start. Aaaargh! Might be the battery. Might be the alternator. Might be squirrels. Research is required. But I soldier on. CPU to the shop tomorrow. I managed to rescue Kimberly from the justice system without the late afternoon death ray from the solar-mirror Disney Concert Hall frying us – got to the Post Office – got a jump – and now the car is charging its ungrateful battery. I grabbed a few minutes on another of the family computers; and I’m off to print out the other contracts and get more of this writing business working, so I can sit still and actually write something! Back to normal tomorrow. With Spiderpool details. I’d leave you with a photo to contemplate, but … they are all on the other computer which isn’t working anyway …

About Kate

I am Kage Baker's sister. Kage was/is a well-known science fiction writer, who died on January 31, 2010. She told me to keep her work going - I'm doing that. This blog will document the process.
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3 Responses to The World Turned Upside Down

  1. maggiros says:

    It won’t help, perhaps, but I’ve done that very thing–lost an entire freeway. Well, we could see it from time to time, but only high overhead (I think it was the 134 and Tracie Brown and I had been in Pasadena for something). I’m not sure we ever found it until it appeared out of whatever dimension it had been lurking in somewhere around, hmm, maybe Griffith Park. So it’s okay. That is to say, it’s not just you. 🙂


  2. Chris Springhorn says:

    Ah, the tail-end of Glendale Blvd. I used to call it AmySempleland. You could get to and from downtown by way of the marionette theatre, or you could get. . . somewhere else. Almost always interesting, even when somewhat scary.


    • Kate says:

      Chris – yep, one goes right by the good old Temple she built. And you really can, to my amazement, get all the way downtown on easy, fast surface streets using Glendale! I found I could get from my house directly to the Music Center by taking one street.. I love Los Angeles – still so much to discover in the streets where I grew up.

      Kage always said that strangers accuse L.A. of having neither history nor seasons only because they never get out of their air conditioned hotels long enough to find either of those. We have lots of both!


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