Saturday morning T and I jumped in the car and drove up to Los Osos to visit him:
We arrived in the late morning, and after having a tour of his cabin in the woods, (where you can see the wild animal trails - yes I mean bobcats and possibly bears, not to mention all of the other ones - about 20 feet from his front door), we went out to breakfast at the amazing Garden Cafe. We chatted about school and work and politics and religion, and at some point I zoned out and became intensely interested in my delicious Reuben with sauerkraut on the side.... And bread pudding for dessert. Mmmmmm. It's not that I wasn't paying attention, it's just that the food was so good.
After brunch, we headed out to the adorably quaint restaurant and shop-lined shore in Los Osos, and strolled around for a bit before finding a table perfectly shielded from the wind at a restaurant and spending the afternoon there, munching on appetizers, having drinks, and sea-lion watching.
What's that, you say?
There were gigantic sea lions swimming in the harbor about 50 feet away. I'd never seen any sea lions that close before, much less wild ones. They were so cute and friendly, showing off and coming up, trying to get the attention of the people above. They came right up to where we were and hung out for awhile, then as soon as I uncovered the camera they'd skedaddle, or only come up long enough for me to get an almost picture.... At one point I heard one sitting underneath the boards in the deck we were on, barking....taunting me.Eventually we partook of more of the sights of Los Osos, going into a few shops and getting #1) an initial seal, with sealing wax to accompany it - I've been looking for one of those for years! Actually, I got my sister one in high school as one of those I-get-you-a-gift-that-I-really-want-for-myself presents. I came across the same one in a box in our library the other day, still untouched....She's not much of a letter writer. But the shop where I got it closed soon afterward, and I never got one for myself. I complained of that fact to T when we were standing in the library that day, and explained to him how now, they're nowhere to be found. Imagine my surprise when, not even a week later, there one was! Last night I sat down with it and made a few very messy and not so successful attempts at creating my seal. I'll practice. And, #2) homemade fudge. That's all I need to say about that.
We went back to the cabin later, where my nemesis, Rikki, and T gave each other the eye for awhile.What is it with the men in my family? My father and brother both have a strong affinity and pride for animals who don't like anyone but them. Oh well, what are you gonna do, except skirt the scary bird (the pet store visitors nicknamed Rikki "the piranha" because of his tendency to bite....no, he's never bitten my Dad. But I wasn't taking any chances with that wicked little beak).
Sunday morning T and I came back home, passing mountains and vineyards and other such loveliness on the drive (which I could enjoy as he was dealing with the not-so-great traffic), and got Cheesecake Factory takeout. Delicious.
And today I'll be fasting as a result of my horrifically unhealthy weekend food. Just kidding.
Today's whiteboard quote:
"Undertake something that is difficult: it will do you good. Unless you try to do something beyone what you have already mastered, you will never grow."
~Ronald E. Osborn