Archives for May 2014
|The fires are out! Thank goodness!|
|Hearing surf stories about the 70s from a legend who was happy to share them with us|
|He was mad at me on Wednesday for deleting some of the (excessive) photos he took while under the influence at the wedding, but when I sneezed he still called “bless you!” from the other room 🙂|
|I hadn’t surfed for a week. I felt like I had crawled back into my own skin during this session, after wearing some stranger’s for seven days. Also, May gray, you’re alright. I don’t think I’ve given you enough credit.|
|I’ve been making some homemade (“sketchy”, according to Scott) skate obstacles // cleaning up the backyard is on the to do list this weekend and I know we will feel good once that’s been done.|
|This is how the trunk of my car looks a lot of the time lately, and I like it.|
|It’s rare that we can see the offshore islands around here, but on some special days, there they are!|
|This pretty board washed ashore|
|Hey you birds! Have a good night (and stop taking over the palm tree in front of our house)!
What are you thankful for this week?
p.s. Enjoy your Memorial Weekend (if you celebrate)! Thank you to all who have served our country!
p.p.s. Here’s two vegetarian recipes you might like for the long weekend: Veggie Cheese Burger Salad (the dressing!) and How to Barbecue Tofu
We got home at 1 o’clock in the morning last night. Even with the sleep deprivation, I am restless today; getting up from my computer chair to eat one chip at a time from a bag in the kitchen and to check on the laundry, even though I can hear the buzzer throughout our whole tiny house.
It was our choice to take nine hours of yesterday and two of today to get home. Scott, his sister Kristen and I took Highway 1 back from their cousin’s wedding in Carmel, instead of the more direct route, and stopped approximately seven times. Three times in Big Sur because the water was the clearest we’ve ever seen it. Even from 300 feet up you could see the kelp swaying back and forth across the bottom. There were a hundred pelicans falling around the cliffs in a hundred shades of brown. There were people from India and Miami taking their picture. We danced and took some photos too, standing closer to the edges of the tall cliffs than our mothers would have ever allowed.
Another stop was in SLO for a beer and dinner. Neither Scott or I had ever been there. And honestly, something about the abbreviation of the name from San Luis Obispo to SLO (pronounced “slow”) made me think the town must be kind of boring. I want to go back there sometime, though. It’s a great place to stop for food on a California road trip because they have a lot of choices and the town has character. We ate at SLO Brewing Co which was right next to bubblegum alley, a disgustingly intriguing passageway between two buildings that might’ve been covered with 8,000 pieces of old gum. It was gross, so we took pictures and examined some of the aged pieces very closely.
There’s more about this part of the trip, but I think I better start at the beginning.
We left Thursday afternoon, forgot our camera a half an hour into the drive and had to go back. We saw two fires on our way to Kristen’s house in Ventura County and we passed them three times thanks to our forgetfulness. I couldn’t help but be fascinated by the wild fires, even though it gave me chills to stare at them. They kind of seem like an evil version of the ocean.
We got to Kristen’s just in time for happy hour. I had been hoping she had some sidewalks I could skate in her neighborhood because we don’t really have any in ours. She did! Kristen went off one on a longboard which was both sketchy and impressive. It’s a good thing nobody fell and got scraped, especially Kristen and I, because we were going to be in a wedding in two days.
We left for it that next morning with one pitstop at a skatepark in Paso. No one go hurt there either, but we did make some new friends. They taught us to sweep the leaves and sticks that littered the bowl into the drain by lifting it up with a key and scraping everything in with the grate. Kristen said visiting skateparks reminded her of traveling in another country because they help you get to know people you might not normally have connected with.
This next part of the story is all about the reason we went on a road trip to Carmel in the first place. Brittany, one of Scott’s cousins on his mom’s side was marrying Chase in the hills of California. She lived in two states and four countries before she was 18. She likes chia seeds and ashtanga yoga and a dog named Ralph. She asked me to be in her wedding even though we had only hung out a handful of times. I was honored. It’s kind of like something Kristen said on our drive “Isn’t it awesome we get to be friends forever?”
The location reminded me of the Napa house in the Lindsey Lohan version of The Parent Trap. Vineyards and hillsides surrounded us on all sides. Some horses, too, but I didn’t have time to pet them. We stayed busy getting our hair and makeup done most of Saturday and even got to do some yoga in the morning. I’m not very good at yoga, but the teacher focused more on breathing and reaching up like trees trying to touch clouds. I liked this much better than the class I took by my house a few times that had an instructor who asked me why I wasn’t more flexible.
Scott’s dad did the wedding ceremony. He didn’t make any mistakes at all. Not that I thought he was going to, but I could tell he was a little nervous to perform as pastor, mostly because he told me so at the rehearsal dinner. Brittany and Chase looked the happiest I’ve ever seen them when they walked back up the isle together.
Other highlights from the wedding were eating bite-sized vegetarian spring rolls, dancing in a barn and taking polaroid pictures for Grandma and Papa. There was a happy one Scott took of his mom dancing that he asked me to keep in the pocket of my dress. I showed it to Papa and he asked if he could keep it. Not wanting to give away the photo I was asked to save, I promised him I’d take another. When I gave the new one to him the next day, he slung it up to his shirt pocket and placed it inside carefully, like I had given him a tiny animal to protect. It’s a nice feeling when you can witness someone appreciating what they have at that exact moment in time. I could hear all of his words just then, and maybe they will come back to me at other times too. They were simple. He said “Oh, thank you very much for this Devon” with a big smile that made his deep blue eyes smaller.
Back on the road again, we visited stinky seals that probably didn’t help Kristen feel any less car sick. We stretched out in the warm street like it was carpet. I saw a few other roads out my window that I hoped to explore someday. They were the crooked kind, made by other people trying to make their ways to things they needed to see. I think we will be back this summer.
I’ve been having a hard time putting words to my thoughts. Or maybe I’m just uncovering some of them still, like how I found this orange wiffle ball beneath the alyssum just a minute ago. While I was surfing the voice in my head told me just start telling a story and see where it takes you.
So here it goes.
Yesterday morning I woke up and felt like I wasn’t even home. My bed felt the same. And Scott, of course, he is always familiar. But it was 100º this May morning with thick, sweet wind that was as unpredictable as that wild horse that once threw my dad into a dry riverbed.
Out in the ocean I could hear the train whistle so clearly and smell the jasmine as if it were out surfing too. Things were blowing from land into the water; things that don’t belong in the ocean like palm fronds and a sparrow, who looked as surprised as I was about his landing spot. Luckily he found his way.
Everything felt different out there. It reminded me of a week or so ago when we were in Catalina. Although, it wasn’t the weather that was unfamiliar. Something happened that I knew would make certain things different forever.
And in that moment, something slid into place. Some of my objectives changed. And Scott finalized a decision he had been trying to make for years.
I promise I won’t be this vague forever, but I’m sure you understand that some things in life need time until the right words can be given to them.
Yesterday this peculiar weather caused eight fires in San Diego County, like we had worried it would. Some have made their way through neighborhoods and businesses. All school was cancelled throughout the county today.
The vibe around here has been surreal; neighbors coming out to inform and console each other; kids playing in the streets past dark because it’s too hot to stay in; ashes falling from the sky and dogs on the loose.
The dog in the pictures is named Sadie. She found her way, just like the sparrow from the beach did earlier and we were lucky to help her.
There isn’t much else to say except that we are sending good thoughts to the families affected by the fires.
Life is beautiful, painful, and awfully complex sometimes. And we experience it in so many of the same ways, even if we express it differently.
Over the past few weeks I have had lessons in patience, faith and strength. Of course, that’s the short version.
|scott got back from pressing the camera timer a little late, if you’re wondering why he looks like he’s on the outskirts of this picture 🙂|
There are times that walk up to you, like the mailman does to your mailbox.
|Catalina Island Skate Classic // need to work on my posture!|
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It was 90º at the beach the last two days. The record high for San Diego in May was beaten by 15 degrees.
The thing I should probably be doing is lying somewhere cool and quiet, elevating my sore knees thanks to all that skateboarding this past weekend. But I don’t know how to stay away. And really, it wasn’t that cool anywhere but the bathroom floor anyways.
I wish I could have said to the weather, “Now, just a minute, what are your plans for the future? And if not for all of the future, at least for the summer?” But I don’t waste my breath because I don’t think the weather knows either.
Nature seems much more content not having control over things than I’ve ever been.
The waves were small, but sometimes those are my favorite kind. I can ride my leashless fish and not have to share waves with almost anybody. I sort of hate that I would list not having to share something so beautiful as a perk of being out when it’s bad, but it’s the truth sometimes. Maybe everyone has that feeling about something.
I did share my surfboards with the girls I coach, though. We brought down a single fin, a twin fin and a mini-longboard between the three of us and took turns riding them.
I was nervous to suggest this at first because I really didn’t want the girls to have a frustrating, falling-off, swimming after your board kind of session and then be convinced surfing unfamiliar equipment was a bad idea. But falling can be good sometimes and I’m glad I went with my gut feeling in the end because that was probably the best coaching session we’ve had. That 5’0″ fish Scott made me for my birthday? He and I are the only ones who have ever ridden it. But now here are two perfectly sized people who can enjoy it as well. And they should.
If the girls come back to this spot where we practice someday when they’re 65, I want them to remember that they had a good time when they were out here learning about surfing, if nothing else.
I wish I would always trust my instincts. This is not the case, however, as nearly immediately after this wonderful surf session, I hit the override button and put my foot in my mouth. I think that is the right saying for texting your sisters “boyfriend advice” they don’t need.
I think I come to this realization often (it’s too bad I never remember it until after some self-loathing): No one does everything right all the time. Or at least, mistakes never seem like a positive part of life. But they can be. I saw two birds fighting over a big fish while I was surfing. I thought, “Why don’t they know how to agree to split it in half so they can each have some?” Instead, the fish dropped down into the water and birds were left with nothing. Maybe the birds will learn to share or maybe the fish was meant to live. I think so.