Twas the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a star fish and chocolate chip pumpkin bread. The star is so small, yet a wonderful reminder of awe and delight. I go to bed each night under stars in the sky, near star fish in the ocean, and a special star sitting in the wreath at my front door.
I’ve always wanted my sweetie to sit down with me to watch a random movie on any weekend morning. It’s hard for her, given her proclivity to get things done, not waste time, but she turned on a dime. But last night our friend told us about John Oliver’s last show, that we managed to miss. Before going to bed last night I watched the last show on my phone. A call to action, if ever there was one, for those of us who still cannot believe that Mr. Trump is our president elect. We watched it together, this morning, while the pumpkin bread backed.
Twas the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a turtle swimming from a reef wreath. Perhaps it was scared by the storm’s worrisome wind, scattering lawn chairs and spinning our chimney cap ’til we thought it might take flight.
We find turtles without trying. Last summer we found them while paddling up the Lagunitas Creek, out of Point Reyes Station. After our paddle we stopped by Spirit Matters and found a lovely Kwan Yin seated on a turtle. This past September, on our trip to Kauai, we found turtles while exploring the reefs at Tunnels on the north shore. Turtles are magic in that when we find them, we are always in an environment that makes us smile.
Twas the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, a kiss on the cheek, south wind and an inch of rain.
The sea horse is out of focus. I’m on my fifth try and focus has evaded on each. So I’ll focus instead on the nature of this tiny creature. While traveling with my lovely in Kauai this past September, she kept gathering objects for Molly. It did not strike my noggin that these items were for a wreath. I do not know why. Maybe 85 degree weather and blue sky seemed out of place with Christmas planning. I’m not sure if the horse is from Kauai, but I did see a photo of two riders on sea horses of sorts, riding in 3 feet of water toward the Hanalei pier.
My wife and I spent Thanksgiving weekend in Camarillo, CA. We had wonderful weather and time to catch up with my brother, my dad, my nephew, and more.
My brother and his wife raise Guide Dogs and have a new puppy in training, Bud. Bud and his big brother Newman, are black labs with the cutest eyes.
We shared several meals with my dad who turned 96 in October. He lives at Alma Via, an assisted living residence. He has his share of health issues, but hey, he’s 96. He’s earned them.
On Friday my son’s family met us for a gathering of generations. We had my dad (the great grandfather), me (the grandfather), my son Matthew (the father), and his daughter Violet Mae. Four generations in one photo.
My son has a dog named Zeus. He’s my part-time pet, like when our grand daughter was born two weeks ago. Zeus stayed with us.
On our very first SUP outing, noted in my very first post, I stayed on the beach with camera in hand and Zeus went out with Matthew. It didn’t start out this serene. They were both in the water at the start, but cruised in with style. This is the Princeton Harbor, next to Mavericks where tomorrow’s big wave surf contest will be held.