Archives for November 2013
It’s been raining off and on all week, but that’s ok. California needs rain and when there’s a desperate need for something you want it to be fulfilled. I’ve been surfing when it’s raining anyways. Some of these photos give you an idea of what it’s like to surf here in the winter. It can be cold and stormy and uncrowded and…it’s my favorite. I find so much peace being out there all by myself. Like it’s just me and the ocean and I have its full attention. I sing about five words from songs that are stuck in my head over and over again and watch the birds hunt for food while I hunt for ridable waves. There aren’t many, but sometimes I feel the reason I came out isn’t for riding them anyways.
On Saturday, I was up before the sun. This usually happens. On the day I can sleep in, I’m up at 5:38 listening to Royals, printing pictures off of Pinterest and pasting them into my notebook. It reminds me of waking up before my parents as a kid and finding activities until they were ready to start their own day. I love how quiet it is in the morning. In the afternoon my mom taught me how to hem my Friendsgiving dress.
Though once Monday arrived, all of this weekend lightheartedness seemed to sink down like sand does into the street cracks when it rains. There’s been lots of transitions lately with my new part time jobs, but most difficult of all has been coming to the realization that bad people sometimes get their way, and there’s definitely been moments of me being that version of myself I don’t like. Sometimes I feel like there must be a quota on the amount of things that a person can be struggling with at one time. Like once you reach your breaking point, God will make it stop, but I don’t think that’s how it works. And anyways, I’m not anywhere near suffering, just trying to sort things out in my head (and probably being a bit dramatic).
Maybe I’m happy for these struggles. Maybe I know they’re making me stronger. Maybe I need them like California needs the rain.
Tomorrow 21 people will come over to our house and we will welcome them with open arms and (hopefully) a functioning kitchen and we will laugh and drink and talk and eat and…I think the rain will have been good for us all.
Today’s giveaway is from Kari from the blog This, Too and shop This is Found Here. I’ve known Kari for a while now and I can honestly say she is a friend. We haven’t met in real life, but she has been there for me in the virtual kind of way through ups and downs and always offers the sweetest and most thoughtful support and advice. I feel very blessed to have met her through the internet.
Kari is giving away one of her fun handmade necklaces to a lucky reader and 15% off to her shop with the code MERMAID15 until next Friday, November 22nd. I have one, and I always get compliments on it. I had a bracelet too, but it got lost in the night when I broke my thumb eating-it into the beach this summer while pushing our dinghy on shore.
Here are some of her words about her shop, This is Found Here:
“I wanted to make something that allowed girls of all ages to make their own stamp on the world. Sometimes that perfect accessory can be that little something extra that makes the whole outfit work and makes you feel great wearing it. That is why I called my line of necklaces, headbands, and hair pins “This”. This to me can mean a multitude of things. This is that perfect moment where everything seems to make sense. This is everything that makes you who you are. And This is about finding out who you are and making your own statement on the world.”
What are you thankful for this week?
p.s. if you buy an ad on my blog from now until next Friday I will donate 100% of the proceeds to the American Red Cross disaster relief in the Philippines. Same with Oh Dear Drea. Contact me here!
1. refried black beans, shredded cheese blend, cherry tomatoes, scallions. Scott’s thoughts on this one: “It’s like the healthy version of Taco Bell!”… point is, it’s good.
2. black beans, shredded cheese blend, pre-baked citrus marinated organic tofu, salsa fresca, avocado, cilantro, fresh jalapeños, sprinkle of cumin, squeeze of lime.
3. (upper left of the plate) cabbage slaw, pre-baked red and yellow potatoes, red bell pepper, red onion. (in the front): sautéed lentils, kale, salt, pepper, sour cream, red onions.
4. lentils, kale, spicy pickled carrots, pre-baked purple potato.
5. sautéed carrots and bell peppers, red beans, sharp cheddar, avocado, cilantro, lime.
6. breakfast tacos: scrambled eggs, onions, cherry tomatoes, fresh jalapeños, cilantro, shredded cheese blend; heat tortillas over a low flame when the eggs are in their last stage of cooking.
The tortillas I usually use are La Tortilla Factory’s Hand Made Style Corn Tortillas because they are soft and flexible (I hate when you’re trying to eat a taco and the shell cracks or falls apart. Doesn’t everybody?). Also, when it comes to filling the shells, I’ve found that it’s less messy and more enjoyable not to over stuff them (#2s not the best example of this, though. I’m sure a lot of that fell on someone’s lap).
What are your favorites?
We’ve been doing camping trips with our friends Basia and Phil since we graduated. We all like sleeping on the ground and not showering, so we make a good troop. These pictures are from our trip to Pismo Beach about two years ago.
Here’s a video Filip shot of me driving my car around in the dunes. This is how I would cruise around town if there were a lot less people around. I can’t remember if I honked the horn with my head…
We are heading off to camp along this same stretch of coast in a few hours. We took apart our whole kitchen last night in anticipation of a cabinet project to begin Monday (mentioned here =). I think the camping trip might be good preparation for what’s to come. Maybe we’ll just unload our stuff in the backyard when we get back and continue living outdoors until the dust has settled.
Hope you have a good weekend!
I’ve been needing to stretch much more often than I ever used to. I guess I’ve been needing to do a few things I’m not used to doing lately. Sometimes I’m happy about the new challenges, sometimes I’m crying on the couch.
I ran in to one of the girls I used to work with on Halloween. When I left that job two years ago, we weren’t on the best of terms. I had given her a letter detailing all the things I liked about her before I decided the ocean was to be the only co-worker I’d have for a little while. When I handed it to her, she said absolutely nothing and then unfriended me on Facebook. I was pretty sure she hated my guts and that she might try to punch me if I ran in to her in town because of this story she told me once, but she didn’t.
She had actually messaged me a few months ago making peace. It was the closure I had always needed from a chapter of my life that seemed unfinished. When I saw her, it was just like seeing an old friend.
Sometimes I wish I could take certain thoughts right out of my head. It’s not that easy, but if it were, I would have removed the worries about this former co-worker despising and attacking me. How irrational that all seems in the calm of reconciliation.
On Friday, Scott and I got dressed and walked to a local surf shop party. I enjoyed the distraction after a difficult day of work. We walked there as the fog came in, just like it had earlier during our surf session. We passed this grom we surf with riding his skateboard and talking on the phone. We overheard him say, “What are you doing right now? You’re peeing on your computer?” as he skated past. Then the sound of Somewhere Over the Rainbow came singing out of a window from someone’s piano. Sometimes the collision of opposites can be funny.
At the party, Scott met people and I watched people at first. Then I had a few beers and the local restaurant that was catering the event made me my very own tofu burrito to go with it. I approve of their new management.
We talked to our neighbor Mike and I happened to run into another co-worker from the preschool. Among other things, she told me she was happy I made the decision to quit my job and follow my passions. She told me she had a time where she did something similar. She told me it contributed to her understanding of life.
I always admired and respected this teacher, but I wasn’t sure what she thought of me. One time, in our first year working at the same school, she forgot my name when she introduced me to someone, so I wasn’t sure it was anything. But that wasn’t true either.
In between conversations and sips of beer, I figured that some of the assumptions I was currently suffering from were just as unrealistic. Sitting under a broken heat lamp, I hoped that this time I’ve spent carving my own path was leading to my own understandings of life too.