
Too busy! E is 30 years old tomorrow, and tonight we're gonna party! Kids are going to Gram's for a sleepover and we are going OUT. It's about time I had some dang fun.
On a clear, bright day, when the blue of the sea rivals the blue of the sky, one sees the hawk, the eagle, the buzzard soaring above the still, hushed canyons. In summer, when the fogs roll in, one can look down upon a sea of clouds floating listlessly above the ocean; they have the appearance, at times, of huge iridescent soap bubbles, over which, now and then, may be seen a double rainbow. In January and February the hills are greenest, almost as green as the Emerald Isle. From November to February are the best months, the air fresh and invigorating, the skies clear, the sun still warm enough to take a sun bath.
From our perch, which is about a thousand feet above the sea, one can look up and down the coast a distance of twenty miles in either direction. The highway zigzags like the Grande Corniche. Unlike the Riviera, however, there are but few houses to be seen. The old-timers, those with huge landholdings, are not eager to see the country opened up. They are all for preserving its virginal aspect. How long will it hold out against the invader? That is the big question. -- Henry Miller, Big Sur and the Oranges of Hieronymus Bosch
The creek opens up into the first of what is actually two coves. In this first one, hikers craft rock piles like these:
I want to go back sometime soon. I was pretty bummed that it was such an overcast day, so my pics are all a little grim. Hike on a gray day? Free. Discovering your pirate ancestry? Priceless.
Yo ho ho, and a bottle of rum, matey!
childhood ambition…………………to go to space campMy life…………………is not what I thought it would be
fondest memory….……time off work with my babies
soundtrack…..anything Sarah McLachlan
retreat……….family cabin on the American River
wildest dream……..being published
proudest moment…….dancing with a professional company
biggest challenge..….overcoming my own anxiety
alarm clock…………..cell phone
perfect day….Kapalua Bay, scuba, beach time, good book
first job…………………Dance Teacher
indulgence…………………haircuts and spa treatments
last purchase……………grande soy toffee nut latte
favorite movie…………………White Christmas
inspiration……………………other people who create
“In our first post we talked about how men live their lives in one box at a time, much like the squares of a waffle. Life is compartmentalized. There is a box for TV watching. There is a box for playing with the kids. There is a box for working in the garage… Women process life much like a plate of spaghetti. Every thought and feeling and is connected to every other thought and feeling in life… If you're married, you are well aware of how these differences can cause friction in your relationship. A husband can get very frustrated with his wife for "jumping boxes" too quickly and leaving him feeling lost. He can also feel tricked into an argument because his wife may have accidentally read too much into a straying comment he made earlier in the day.”
Isn't this a nice picture of my cilantro that went to seed last summer? It was so pretty when it was technically ruined that I didn't take it out for a while. I miss my garden. I miss long-term sunshine. Right now I feel like I have to gobble it up before the sunshine buffet closes.
Boy, that was random tonight. :)
Peace out, nerds.
Bite
Frost on
skin assails un-
feeling. Stirs me now with
searing burn. Abrasion, blue-red
sting: ache.