The Sea is a Salty One

  We've had torrential downpours here for days, days and days, something like four or five days in a row. I've been spending more time in my studio painting and doing other arts like making glittery nice smelling soaps and today putting together a large macrame dream-catcher like thing. The majority of my quilts get made once it starts raining every afternoon.  More rain was forecast, but by 11:30 am yesterday I started to see the tiniest patch of blue in the middle of the gray. Slowly that blue started to seep out and take over more of the sky until I started to push, prod and plead with Jim to get off his ass and go to the beach with me. We drove to Grande, my favorite place on the entire earth. Wet, partly clouded and cold, the wave pounded the shore in incredible foam displays.  We weren't the only stir crazy ones coming out. The beach was crowded and more people kept piling into this place that is normally nearly deserted. People showed up with surf boards, and touri...

  Was so in shock over the reappearance of old you know who I didn't include our usual Sunday night highjinks. Yes, yes Mrs. Bronx Honx made a reappearance after we'd skipped skipping a few Sunday nights. We'd barely climbed out of our blue tiny car when there she was, insisting we sit with her group. She was literally in the parking lot! Husband said later he saw my face when she appeared and later when I approach the table and realized that there were roughly 12 folks trying to cram around a table built for 4. I stomped off to beach walk without another word because I was just not dealing with that. My friend we took noticed my reaction too. I came back a half hour later to discover only our small party at the table and the Honx and their guests up in the nosebleed seats. Apparently the guests didn't take kindly to us showing up and they all moved. I spent a few minutes trying to explain to my friend that one of the hardest things post stroke for me is controlling my ...

 ... I am not whining and whinging! Pelicans flying overhead in Playa Grande. Sweet sonny boy cheeses, I am not even sure how to describe a lot of recent actions, so I'll baldly state it. WTF universe, WTF? The good. We did a tour of the local chocolate factory and sampled over thirty different kinds of chocolate. They even were very caring and solicitous over this being a bad walk day for me. I have to use my rollator.  Loved the ghost pepper chocolate and the white chocolate lime.    But my favorite part was when I stayed behind in the Tasting room because the group was about to have to traverse two sets of steps. I stayed behind and talked to the 3 nice young men who were so passionate about chocolate. They told me their life stories and thoughts on so many things. I would have missed that had I had a day when I could have taken the stairs, and I do have those days. The bad. Sunny, the church lady that has been a thorn in my side, returned home a week early from t...

  I've always loved this bullriding statue in Santa Cruz. Today I felt like I was riding the bull.... right on the horns. It was my birthday, and I've found that holidays and special days seem to hold some extra crazy. I was praying today would not. I turned 64 today. Did some work things this morning involving my book and it was good. Talked to my kids. That was good.... ...and then it took a sharp left turn into crazytown. I started hearing from the Aunt Heap in New Orleans about my momma. My mother didn't call, and she has me blocked still. The Aunts again were outraged, which meant I ended up fielding too many angsty phone calls. Again I am expected to put my mother into a nursing home. I've already been told by law enforcement and lawyers that until she takes some sort of bizarre turn there's not a lot I can do legally. I spent too much time explaining this yet again, getting my emotions yanked all over the place and I started crying. This is why I keep my phon...