July 16th- 20th
Wednesday was our 3 year wedding anniversary. I didn't know HWY1 is open again, we could have gone to Nepenthe but I was working and Billy was working. Anyhow I got orangey roses and we exchanged cards and I made some good asian stir fry. Last night he surfed Big Sur at Fuller's and had the scariest waves he's ever surfed, the biggest adrenaline he's ever had. He says one side of the highway is barren from the fire and the other is green, I can't wait to see what our hikes look like now.
Explored a new zone of Fort Ord we hadn't been, Fort Ord is so bizarre.
Came across abandoned campgrounds and playgrounds, and Molly chased a pretty deer into the thick poison oak we didn't see her for awhile and started to get worried because there were so many coyote shits with whole squirrels in them. We didn't want to get itchy so we put her in the back of my new silver truck with Simon's paw prints stamped all over the bed.
Saturday we had belated anniversary drinks on Alvarado street and then watch the amazing 16 year olds from Michigan do cool things on bikes. It's the Laguna Seca races weekend, which brings in super hot Australians that us baristas who don't get out much gush over later in the back room.
In the middle of their performances a loud sound hung out, a pack of Harley's and their real bikes; oh the looks on their faces and the sold out kids tearing it up. Billy said it was just like when the long board old school guys paddle up to the short boarders with ADD. Then we went down the beach because we never are on the beach together anymore, and then we had coffee and desert at the place that has free music downtown.
Sunday Morning it was still overcast, dark, wet. I tried out my new Asics, running on the rec trail dodging bicyclists, Molly chasing me, pulling Billy on a skateboard. We went from the Monterey Beach Hotel through seaside to a road that goes into Fort Ord and back, and toda my calves and butt HURT
I love running, I love the drizzle on my face, the silk ocean smell.
We ran into Linda and her dog that used to bark all the time next door to us on English, who moved into our place when we left, and still has to deal with that horrible woman we had to sue to get back our deposit.
Then I almost died of period cramps, one week late punishing me for not eating very well this month, took a shower, Midol and a nap with Molly Sue beans. Then I covered a closing shift
A beautiful lady with a black leather motorcycle jacket came in with her grumpy rich husband who only would let her have one brownie bit but she got three anyway. I admired her little purse, even though it took lots of Midols and Becky and I were both in bad moods I was trying to remember things from the Joy of Living. I served them and went back to scrubbing the oven, and later when they finished she placed the bag on the shelf inside the counter and said in a charming accent, she wanted to give it to me, maybe it would bring me luck. It made my night, even though I felt like the homeless guy in that Elizabeth Taylor perfume commercial where she gives him her diamond earrings and says, "These have always brought me luck," in her accent.
Explored a new zone of Fort Ord we hadn't been, Fort Ord is so bizarre.
Came across abandoned campgrounds and playgrounds, and Molly chased a pretty deer into the thick poison oak we didn't see her for awhile and started to get worried because there were so many coyote shits with whole squirrels in them. We didn't want to get itchy so we put her in the back of my new silver truck with Simon's paw prints stamped all over the bed.
Saturday we had belated anniversary drinks on Alvarado street and then watch the amazing 16 year olds from Michigan do cool things on bikes. It's the Laguna Seca races weekend, which brings in super hot Australians that us baristas who don't get out much gush over later in the back room.
In the middle of their performances a loud sound hung out, a pack of Harley's and their real bikes; oh the looks on their faces and the sold out kids tearing it up. Billy said it was just like when the long board old school guys paddle up to the short boarders with ADD. Then we went down the beach because we never are on the beach together anymore, and then we had coffee and desert at the place that has free music downtown.
Sunday Morning it was still overcast, dark, wet. I tried out my new Asics, running on the rec trail dodging bicyclists, Molly chasing me, pulling Billy on a skateboard. We went from the Monterey Beach Hotel through seaside to a road that goes into Fort Ord and back, and toda my calves and butt HURT
I love running, I love the drizzle on my face, the silk ocean smell.
We ran into Linda and her dog that used to bark all the time next door to us on English, who moved into our place when we left, and still has to deal with that horrible woman we had to sue to get back our deposit.
Then I almost died of period cramps, one week late punishing me for not eating very well this month, took a shower, Midol and a nap with Molly Sue beans. Then I covered a closing shift
A beautiful lady with a black leather motorcycle jacket came in with her grumpy rich husband who only would let her have one brownie bit but she got three anyway. I admired her little purse, even though it took lots of Midols and Becky and I were both in bad moods I was trying to remember things from the Joy of Living. I served them and went back to scrubbing the oven, and later when they finished she placed the bag on the shelf inside the counter and said in a charming accent, she wanted to give it to me, maybe it would bring me luck. It made my night, even though I felt like the homeless guy in that Elizabeth Taylor perfume commercial where she gives him her diamond earrings and says, "These have always brought me luck," in her accent.