scenes from a march rainy day

 

adventures {and maybe perhaps a few too many rootbeer floats}

 My most favorite people came to visit for the weekend and we had quite the lazy adventure!

On Friday we played in the coastal fog at our favorite cove, hunted for heart-shaped rocks and hunkered down for burgers and floats at a favorite burger joint.

 

 

 

 

Saturday...we hit up the farmer's market for some breakfasty goodness, a most amazing watermelon and perhaps a little eye-bombing. Afterwards there was a wander under centuries old oaks, tree-climbing and lichen sighting. After a home assembled lunch, gloves were donned and dry ice was had as mr. a-go-go played science teacher. Before the sun set, we bundled up and drove to Santa Margarita for a lazy bridge happening before trekking up an unassumingly steep hill for some perseids action but not before we stopped for some ice cream. It was pretty great!

 

 

 Sunday was a lazy day of boardwalk wandering, anemone poking, tea sipping, and apple tasting. After another home assembled dinner we enjoyed rootbeer float slushies, aftter that books were read and tucking ins happened. Before us grown-ups settled in for the night we partook of  boozy drinks and perhaps a chick flick mixed in with conversation.

 

Monday was a flurry of packing up and goodbye hugs but not until after donuts were had, more visiting happened, floats and freezes were enjoyed, and a pyramid photo op was accomplished. It just may very well have been the best weekend ever!

They're safely tucked away at home now but golly, I miss them already!

the weekend in pictures

 Just a few pictures. I spent the weekend in a conference hall in South San Francisco. It was fantastic. I was really wanting to make my way to San Francisco proper but that did not happen. At least, not really. We did manage a mini walk combined with a visit to an ice cream shop but mostly, I sat in a conference hall and played with blocks.

 

 

 

 

 

saturday

 Yesterday was a day where I found my state of childlessness to be at an advantage. I did not a lick of anything important.

Having spent the previous evening out at the picture show, I went to bed  after midnight, woefully much later than my usual hour. If I were to tell you when I actually go to bed you might think me an old fuddy-duddy so I will spare you the hour.

To add to my charm, I woke up late. Much later than I usually wake up and I find that while it is nice to sleep in, waking up late throws me off kilter for the rest of the day. And so I did nothing. I did nothing while the mister strapped on his backpack vacuum and whizzed around the tiny casa taking care of the tiny fabric scraps on the floor, crumbs in the sofa and dust on all the odds and ends I have oh-so-artfully displayed about the place. After he vacuumed more than he should have, he cleaned the bathroom, scrubbed the tub and took care of the kitchen including mopping the black and white checkered floor that spills across the kitchen, dining nook and hallway. He cleaned his a-go-go arse off and I did nothing.

Well, that is not entirely true, I read a book. A very good book. I read a book while the mister cleaned. Ugh, that reads awful. Truth be told, I am not the best housekeeper. I am a pile-er and project doer. I layer things atop things and then wonder where my needlebook hied off to. I pile books into precarious towers and socks never get matched as they struggle out of the sock drawer at the bottom of my closet whose doors are often blocked by a puddle of vintage linens that often trip in the middle of the night as I tip-toe through the dark for a glass of water or trip to the loo. I sit and give all the mess, my mess a stern stink-eye and then I plan on the approach I should take but never actually approach any of it.

So, now you know. The mister cleans and I don't. But there is a reason behind our odd methods. Generally, he vacuums when I am not home as the dust that kicks up get busy with my allergies and well, you've heard that song before. He cleans while I take care of laundry and food stuffs. It all balances out in some way.

So while the hum of the vacuum sent vibrations rippling out through the casa, I lounged on the June bed (pictures soon) in a soft t-shirt and grey floral pajama bottoms, tissue clutched in one hand, this book in the other as the early afternoon sunlight flittered in between the blinds. There was a breeze, warm and possibly scent filled (not that I would know for certain) coupled with random pips and chirps of the hummingbirds that visit the large purple agapanthus outside the window. Occasionally I would hear the whisper of the parasols that hang from the ceiling as they brushed up against one another when an especially lusty breeze burst through (and/or the stomp-stomp-stompiness of our upstairs neighbor got stompier than usual).

By the time I finished the book, I realized it was quiet. No hum, no clatter. I poked my head out the bedroom door and craned to look down the hallway. While I was reading and daydreaming away in the bedroom, the mister was asleep on the now floral covered sofa. I smiled as the mister never gets a chance to nap and naps are favorite things to us a-go-gos.

It was a Saturday well spent even if I did not get anything done, the mister did. 

a walk between the raindrops

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Yesterday, the mister and I took a wander along a muddy road. It had poured during the evening but cleared up a smidge enough for us to wander for an hour or so.  I do love a good wander. Pretty, don't ya think? The title of this post is a tribute to my mamos who would have celebrated a birthday today. I miss her dearly.

weekend pics and thoughts

 

 

 

 

It rained quite a bit this weekend. Not too much was accomplished. Spent the night in watching a favorite 80s flick.  We also managed a mucky, muddy hike out in relatively dry weather. My head has been full of things too complicated for my sad brain to articulate. Things like what a "successful" blog is and why we do this, nifty techy products that are really not environmentally sound, being taken for granted, and wondering how to fit into a world full of parents when I am not one. The tiny casa has been cold and when I am cold I am not very productive. It's a good thing I live on the west coast with mostly mild weather. I need to get off my duff and get productive. I also need to get rid of them darn ants that keep partying in the kitchen.

i'm pretty easy to please

It really doesn't take too much to make my day. The car may be on blocks temporarily and the new tiny casa may be full of more boxes than not but it's the little things that carry me through. Like this waving Lucky Cat...

Or this happy clutch of chickens.

Finding faces in stones at the cove.

And getting to squeeze this lovely lady after missing out on a visit during the BIG road trip.

This weekend will be full of mister getting the car up and running, a run to somewhere to find more hangers, some stitching for a future craftzine project and hopefully a thrift visit that may or may not reveal some shelves. Happy Friday!