We’ve been house sitting slash pet sitting as of lately and I have to say its been so very interesting. I suppose I’ve never been near home, but not actually have gone home for extended periods of time in, well, ever. It’s this weird- I know where I am, I know the directions and all the places around, but I am too far from home to just stop over and water the plants or swap out some t-shirts but I’m still close enough that I cooould do it. Keller and I had these big ambitions. We thought that a shake in the routine, a good change of scenery would kick our butts into gear and let us unleash the productivity bubble we had been hiding. Turns out, nope. Just the same. Actually, it’s not the same, its’s worse! Ever since we started this house-pet sitting extravaganza I feel like we have lost about 4 to 5 hours a day. Yes, my mornings are cuh-razy with the kids, but the evenings are wide open, yet I go to bed far too late having not a moment to spare. Our initial goals, er I mean MY initial goals were to hike, bike, walk, cook, jump full force into illustrator all the while skipping along with normal life. So far, I’d say we have touched on all of the goals but a very mild easter egg pastel, not a full punch in your face neon like I had hoped. I might blame it on the weather though, 90 degrees does not lend itself to running, hiking or cooking fall soups. Things might turn around though, we still have time, and I can see a WALL of fog lingering over the hill near by. It’s been tickling the neighborhood for about an hour now. Rolling in, rolling out, in, out. Right now we are on the in. I’m hoping it cools it down enough to cook some squash.
evidence of our hike
isn’t that moss oh so rustic? It is obviously not evident, but this picture was so awkward to take, but I just had to! About 20 feet to my right were two highway patrol officers holding 4 boys hostage. We decided later that they were being held hostage for having BB guns. I bet those little shits were hitting squirrels and birds Let’s not think about it.
How cute is this lending library in the neighborhood? I wonder what kind of books are in there. Next time I’m going to take a peak.
Fun fact, I have not taken ONE picture of the kids. It’s really weird, I love them so much, all their little feathery parts, but I have not taken a picture during this visit. I have TONS and tons from past visits, but I keep looking at my phone for one and don’t see any. I attribute it to the lack of time, the missing 4 hours.
Keller and I went to celebrate Stina’s birthday this past weekend. She turned 30, 30 full swings around the sun – she said. I agreed with her, 30 was not very much at all. We camped at Refugio which is this adorable little camp site RIGHT off the highway and RIGHT on the beach. We scored a huge group spot, and camped to our hearts content. Apparently camping to my hearts content meant eating s’mores for breakfast. Don’t judge. I make a mean s’more only perfected by jumbo marshmallows and andes mints. Don’t worry I have the step by step perfect s’more instructions.
adorable I know.
Since we were so close to the beach, Stina and her friends brought a kayak, paddle boards, floaties and goggles. This was SO FUN. I tried paddle boarding finally, harder than it looks, but WAY more fun than I ever gave it credit for. It’s this mix of keeping your muscles tight for balance but completely limber to roll with the water. The trick is to A) not think about it. It’s similar to meditation. The second you think about it, release that thought. Just let it go.. there is no need for the thought of standing on water to enter your mind. It won’t help you. and B) look in the distance horizon, beach, surfers, boat, anything but the water in front of you. You can eventually look below you because that is the coolest part. Seeing the world below you which was not revealed to you before when you were swimming in it. Somehow, standing above the water, not roughing it up allows for a clear look down below to the shells, fish and goodies. All this floating, swinging and laughing chalked itself up to one of the best weekends. I’m starting to think there is a pattern, whenever I go camping I say out loud several times “this is epic”. Outside of this camping world, I never use this word. It is not a word I’m comfortable with throwing around, yet come sleeping bags and apparently breakfast s’mores and you got me practically yelling “eeeeepic”.
This moment, we were free. We just let it all go. On those swings, in that moment we were free.
Don’t even get me started on the water and how clear it was.
How adorable is this camp site? The dude appreciated the fact that we had to back up and take the picture of his campsite. I got a smile and wave/thumbs up as we went past.
Here is that s’more I was telling you about.
Anyways, epic times were had and I’m so ever grateful for them.