College Girl arrived home late Thursday night from Philly and the first thing she did was go to the beach (after sleeping, that is ;-). Is she her mama's girl OR WHAT? Then last eve, after one very long day, Dan and I walked to the beach before sunset. I wondered why he was trailing behind, and when I turned around, he snapped this shot. We had that stretch of the beach to ourselvessss .... love.
Thankfully, he brought his wallet and we were able to stop at a nearby cafe and have a bite before walking home.
It's the weekend and I'm editing a lovely new novel by Amy Lillard. And after that? Back to the beach. Of course =)
Have a beachy weekend, my friends - wherever you are!
After church we walked to the beach and yogurt shop for some cappuccino fro yo with crushed Heath bars and chopped almonds ... heaven in a cup, I tell you. I'd thought about opening my laptop and doing some work on this day of rest, but my inner self rebelled and strapped on my walking shoes instead. Yesterday was fog city, so when the sun peeks out around her on the central coast, one must take advantage. Besides, it's a day of rest. 'nuff said.
These happy little sandpipers were scurrying around in the waves, dodging wayward dogs (such as ours), and gulping down sand crabs. Some of the best free entertainment around.
Happy Saturday, peeps. It's foggy at the beach today ... makes for a lazy feeling day ... even though I've a ton to do. Still, makes me want to say, "manana, manana ..." =) If you've never read my first book, Chocolate Beach, it's FREE today on Kindle. Here's the link.
I posted a photo of my special Adirondack chair over on Facebook, but wanted to give more of the story here.
Years ago, my parents gave me two sparkling white Adirondacks that I set up at the edge of our sprawling garden. They stayed there until we moved close to the sand and had to face the fact that beach backyards are, truly, about the size of a postage stamp. But I didn't care really, because from our new home we could walk to the sea!
Within a few years, though, we found out that it's true what they say--salty sea air can be rather unkind to outside furniture (and doorknobs, and cars, and anything with metal or wood or ... you get my drift.). So eventually, both chairs rotted out and were relegated to our side yard (yes, we are one of those families that really needs to rent a garbage bin for our old stuff ...)
My parents bought me a new and pretty chair for my birthday. It's a luscious blue and has a footstool (to do pedicures on, naturally). But every time hubby or I would walk past the graveyard of Adirondack parts on the side of the house, my heart dipped a bit.
Then one day, "handy" Dan got the idea to salvage what he could and surprise me with a "new" chair. And voila...my writing chair was born. Someone asked me on FB if I get splinters sitting in it and I honestly said no, because the wood on this baby has been worn smooth.
Here's to dreaming, and stories, and bringing old dreams back to life, my friends ...
My little novella about a jilted home stager's escape to a spa in Winter Beach, California is on sale this week for 99cents on both Kindle and Nook. The price will go back up next Saturday, so I wanted to let you know.
In other news, we've had a spike in temps here along the coast during the past few days, a welcome blessing since it's the WEEKEND. Woo! On our walk with Charlie the Dog yesterday, Dan and I stopped to admire Herbie the LoveBug parked near the beach. So wanted to jump in and take it for a spin, but I think the German Shepherd occupant might have found a problem with that ... ;)
Have a beachy week, my friends, wherever you are ...