A Very Surprisingly Great DayAugust 16, 2007
Ha! I didn't mean to post that sweater picture today -- I had preblogged it while I was recovering, and I must have put it on the wrong day. What I'm going to post today is this:
Now this is something I've never done. I'm lying on my stomach on Pompono Beach, just south of Half Moon Bay. This is just what I needed.
I spent the early morning driving Lala around, as she was leaving on her tour. And then, unreasonably irritated at having to fight traffic after going back for forgotten and necessary glasses, I decided to just keep driving. Counterintuitive, yes. But I got on 880 and headed south, intending to head for Half Moon Bay but not really remembering which bridge to cross the bay to get there.
I ended up going over the wrong bridge, but turned myself around, and found Half Moon Bay. I spent a few hours wandering, writing at a cafe, fondling yarn at Fengari (got away with only sock yarn and the new Vogue), and book browsing,. Then I headed south on Highway 1, enroute to Pescadero and that ollalieberry pie at Duarte's I always rave about.
On the way, I pulled over at Pompono Beach, grabbed my bag and the sheet out of the back of that station wagon, and here I am.
It's gorgeous. I'm propped up on my elbows, facing the water. I'm typing lying on my belly, just like Carrie always did in Sex and the City, and really, it's not as comfortable as she made it look. But it's working.
Just a little cloudy, but with enough sun that I was too warm in my light sweater and I took it off to use it for a pillow later. Cool breeze on my arms, but my legs are warm from sun. The waves breaking at the shoreline are the exact color of the most common green of sea glass, with a deeper azure out toward the horizon. It's bright enough that I can't see the screen at all -- I'm typing blindly and will fix typos later. The ocean is roaring.
There are a few families on the beach, some of them looking like they planned to be here, beach chairs, coolers. Some of the kids are in swim suits, which in northern California is just plain nuts. But they're far away -- it's as if they got out of their cars, got on to the sand, and plopped down, not able or willing to walk for two more minutes to be away from the voices of others. The only thing that reaches me from the groups is the slight whiff of cigarette smoke, and it smells so good. I love that smell.
The surfers here aren't that great, but they're funny. They're trying to ride, but the break is so close to the shore that few are getting up, and when they do they have to pump their boards hard with their feet just to stay on top for a few seconds.
OHMYGOD, a huge flock of seagulls is getting closer. Hate seagulls.
I can't remember the last time I was on my stomach on the beach, playing idly with sand in front of my face, napping a little, waking and thinking a little. Pie soon. Yes.
**I wrote the above, then I took a little nap, and then I watched the clouds overhead. More like a very light, broken fog. It looked like, and I can't help it, white cashmere fiber. Clouds of cashmere, all short fibers, poofing out above me.
I can't tell you how relaxing, how unexpected the day was.
I had a crab sandwich and a pint of beer and my pie, and I read my new Vogue Knitting at the counter at Duarte's. The waitress liked me. I went a little farther south and explored the Pigeon Point Lighthouse (which is also a hostel and has a hot tub on the cliff edge -- hello, private room!). (My cell phone was dead, so no photos, I'm so sorry. I would have loved to have shown you my day.)
I stopped and bought apricots and beets from a roadside vendor. I drove home singing.
And a bonus! Picture of a baby kitty! Smallest, wee-est, seven-week old baby too young to really be separated from his mother, but she was feral, and took off, leaving him behind:
My Digit! 11 years ago. He's doing so well.... his balance is still strangely off, but we're watching him closely. He's all healed, and he is NOT going out of the house. Nope. And that is all. Me, I'm recovering well but I'm tired from my long day. Still can't talk for that long without throat pain, but the rest of me feels great! Hooray!