And I'm not. Rather than writing about the minutia of my life, or the annoying minutia of others' lives, I'm just having a great time with my girls in cool, foggy mid-coast (apparently, I'm not in Northern California like I thought I was) California, or, if a few miles inland, sunny and hot California.
TigerGrrl saw Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince with me. DestructoGirl saw Ice Age: Dawn of the Dinosaurs, 3D, with Big Grampa. Other notable events have included: the Monterey Aquarium, Point Lobos State Park, Julia Pfeiffer State Park, some other redwood park whose name I do not recall, 17-mile drive, various completely unsafe and hard to get to beaches on Big Sur, the amusement park at Santa Cruz, the beach at Carmel, paddle boats (being chased by Canada geese who thought ill of our intentions), lots of swimming in the Pacific Ocean (mostly in bays where its a smidge warmer, but still pretty darn frigid), whale watching, going out on wharves to watch sea lions and seals, patting various dogs after asking "Is that a friendly dog?" and generally stretching California's already overwhelmed budget to its absolute limit.
Yes, I'll get back to PowerTown eventually. Before that: some kayaking lessons, some biking by the ocean, a few barbecues, the driving range for TG, and other similar events. Also, Big Grampa and his wife are holding up very well. TigerGrrl and stepgrandmother Ludmilla are learning bridge from Big Grampa and me. Big Grampa and I are learning the Russian cardgame Fool from Ludmilla. TG has cooked dinner and breakfast a few times, to universal acclaim. A fair amount of Chianti and Pinot Grigio has been consumed.
Someday I'll get back to regular Internet access and earning my living, but not today.
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The Pacific! This is your chance; skip the kayak lessons (you can do that anywhere) and get thee onto a surfboard.
Glad you're having a good vacation.
This sounds idyllic!
Innana
Did the west coast survive the visit of TG and DG?
I love California. Budget malaise and all. Enjoy!
Sounds like a wonderful vacation.
AnonDave: Yes, but there is no child-friendly surfing. I watched surfing, and even let a surferDude show TG some basics in shallow water (he was quite cute and muscley, if not the sharpest tool in the tool drawer) and stood on a surfboard, but no, I did not actually surf in more than knee-deep water. That has to be a child-free vacation, or at least day, and I didn't have any of those.
Innana: It really was. I came back exhuasted, as you know from seeing me at the airport (thanks for the pickup!), but it was a great time. I am enjoying my first night off (tonight) in 15 days, however. Enjoy, enjoy, enjoy. A nice Spanish Macabeo (white wine) is involved in this process. Like you didn't already know.
Cookie: It did. I'll forward you some of the photos shortly. No earthquakes, mudslides, torrential downpours, volcanos, wildfires, flashfoods, or tsunamis occurred in California due to the presence of my inimicable and irrepressible offspring, for which all of the Golden State should be profoundly grateful.
Wunelle: I'm a dyed-in-the-wool East Coaster, but I love California. Southern, Mid-Coast, Northern. It's just fucking beautiful.
Laurita: It was, except for that I was "on" non-stop, for 12 days. Let me tell you how much I'm enjoying tonight (my first night off in a LONG time). Never mind; you know how much I'm enjoying my Macabeo and quiet time. Zzzzz. Oh, that feels good.
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