The fourth of July is…

clouds at six forty five. no fire pits open. A Christmas Miracle: a fire pit on the often-forgotten RV side of the park. 7:10 and on the beach, emailing. still cloudy. gluten-free granola and yogurt. on the blanket. under the umbrella. with my bff, and a crossword. 7, 8, 9. Three crosswords, cranberry bread. Coffee from our newly purchased 28 ounce Thermos. Cloudy, cloudy. Multiple trips to the clean (but only by Corelyn and Jennie beach-appropriate stance) bathroom. Cannot fall asleep. Quiet ocean. Hanson, The Fray. Inappropriate friend music, because Cor and I can. crazy creek chairs. More coffee. Reading, reading, book club book to be finished. 9:30. “Marco” and 11 am and friends. Sun peaking, peaking. Laying under blankets. Curling up. Now sweatshirts off. Sun peaking, peaking out.Sunshine. Time flying: snacks. chocolate cake. Wardrobe change number 1: bathing suits, cover ups. Sunscreen. 11 to 12. Sandwiches, turkey cheese and lettuce. Cheese-its. Jeff, bike, table, food, cooler. More friends. Snacking, snacking, Scrabble. Travel scrabble. Sun peaked, out and open. sunscreen. Bare legs, blanket spread. Umbrella flying, flying away, and caught. Digging a hole, and reburied. Flying away again, digging a second hole. Stay. put. please. Skipping the Hanson song, new playlist. New iPod. Jay’s, because his music diversifies all. Sunscreen. Scrabble, more friends, twenty strong. Laughing, sunshine, waves huge against the shore. Solar noon, one o’clock. Calls from friends, packing it in, parking miles away. Parking far, along the beach trail, sitting on the beach, waiting for friends. Coolers everywhere, chips, bags of chips. Pretzels. Cousins arriving. Ocean, swimming to the breaking point. “Don’t worry, I’m a certified lifeguard.” Swimming, ocean throwing us back to shore, saying “thank you very much, but I’d rather be alone, today.” Sandy, to the showers. Warm shower, unlike Rocky Neck, warming my body and soul. Back to the blanket fortress. Those are our friends. We bring the party: we bring the funk. Twenty six strong. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. Should we grill? Paper plates, reorganization of the table: chips, dessert, coolers. Corn? Who brought the corn? Charcoal ready, orders taken: fifteen hot dogs, fifteen hamburgers, cheese on most burgers, veggie burgers, corn, kabobs. “Last call for the grill” twice, two more burgers, finish off the hot dogs. Bun me. Bun me. Ketchup, mustard, bun me. Lighting the grill twice to cook all that burger, kabobs. “Who wants veggies?” Log cabin fire pit, and seven pm. “Look at all the boys, trying to start the fire!” Wardrobe change number 2. Trouble starting the fire. “Hey, do you need some help starting your fire?” Fire dancers, performing for us, two strong, boom box out. Fire finally, finally started. Grill off, burgers made, everyone full. Sun setting. Catch phrase. “Ponies!” told again. Accusations of conspiracy, and replaced by others to move onto another circle of friends. Lovely, lovely castle girls. Four of us together again. Fire started, moving towards with all friends surrounding me. S’mores, s’more sticks, because Becca rocks. Mallow. Graham. Chocolate. friends. Laughing, smiling, talking. Fireworks on the beach. Fireworks far off, Malibu, Marina del Ray, Santa Monica. Fireworks on the RV park beach. Dockweiler, you crazy thing you. Fireworks everywhere, quiet noise sweeping across the ocean. Some good byes. Laughing, hugging, taking photos. Smell that ocean, smell that fire. Singing patriotic songs, fireworks. Some more good byes. Some more singing, mallows, chocolate. Fire, add the logs…fire. Sing that Smash Mouth, because everyone knows the words. New friends, old friends. Dying down, number minimized to the original group – because we bring the party. Packing up. Hold on, I need my headlamp. Bike to the car, because he can. Breaking down our fort. Headlamp, lantern. Loads to the car. Sand, everywhere. Packing it up, packing it in, packing it home. Friends say good bye, final time that night. Hugs, all around, between us all, more than 30 by the time we were done. See you soon, see you soon, see you tomorrow, see you later, see you at book club, see you at the movies, see you Wednesday, see you when you return, see you when I cook you dinner, please come over soon.

Car. quiet. fireworks about the city. Sleep, tired. Sun, sunburn, sun down, sun gone, good night. Light up the night sky, say goodbye. sleep.

Jeff: ok
I just don’t want it to spread too far too fast. I guess we should have ED take a look at that as well when he comes.

Getting back in the swing…

So yesterday Corelyn and I went to yoga, restarting our engines in the work out realm. Over the next few weeks, I plan to take up swimming (and if I’m brave enough, it might be before work) and potentially figuring out how to incorporate outdoor activities into our regular schedules. We’re into tennis, long walks, and kicking the soccer ball around (and sometimes throwing the football.) LA is finally starting to warm up, and with that comes the desire to be outside all of the time.

Meanwhile, tonight I plan on going to the gym straight after work, determined to still get home by 5:30, work out under my belt, 4 and a half hours of evening to do what I please, which tonight includes uploading pictures from PW challenge to Garlic, My Soul, with Corelyn, going to Target for some July 4 necessities, and making a delicious dinner.

I love summer.

That's the sound of sunshine comin' down…

Guys. It’s Friday. Almost the weekend! Summer hours! Things on my plate include:

A fabulous day tomorrow of either sightseeing or getting my house’s act together. An equally fabulous Sunday that involving the beach and a bonfire, complete with a cast of friends that I haven’t seen in too long. A return to a summer-abundant farmer’s market. Returning to my kitchen, and loving it like I haven’t in weeks. Produce in my fridge. Maybe, just maybe, reintroducing coffee into my diet this weekend (slowly, for my stomach does not like volatile things messing with it.) A magazine or two, a crossword or two, some pages of some books, and maybe purchasing a new one (because I owe the library SO BAD and I need to finish this book. Silly library – why aren’t you more like Netflix?)

Summer projects:

Finally staining that table.
Cleaning and reorganizing my closet.
Reorganizing my bookshelves.
Signing away some books to paperback librarian.
Getting rid of old clothes — getting new grown up clothes to prepare for fall.
In the meantime, building a summer wardrobe, both work and life appropriate.
Dusting the corners. Dusting the floor. Dusting everything.
Cleaning out my drawers.
Finish filing. It needs to be done.
Reorganize my kitchen.
Use my flours.

Any summer projects in the works for y’all?

5 good things: Wednesday

1. Did you know that it is June 23, which means we’re steadily on our way to July? Here we come, Mr. 4th. I hope to enjoy fireworks and corn on the cob.

2. Liz is out of the office, and while this is not a positive, I am going to take it as one by getting a Jamba Juice for lunch and reading the Book Club book for a whole hour at lunch.

3. Summer hours have started. Four o’clock = quittin’ time = home by 4:30 = bliss.

4. USA won today which means we’re advancing in the World Cup. Go, USA!!

5. Jeff’s brother, Ryan, is in town, and he’s absolutely delightful. I’m excited to show him the city this weekend, which is one of Jeff’s favorite past times. I think an ice cream sandwich might be on the table…

Sunday is…

Sunday is:

Sleeping in. Coffee. Looking in an empty fridge, because June = travel. Cereal. Cleaning the kitchen, first. straighten the house. New garage springs. No more nearly being squashed by the door. Biking to the hardest yoga session I’ve ever been too. Circle of abs. Biking to my hair cut. “Do you sleep on this side of your head? Have you been stressed?” A fortune-telling hairdresser. Helmet on: bike home. Lunch. Tuna, because once again – fridge = empty. Tennis with Jeff. Lots of sunscreen. Shower, a second call, to ask, “Are you SURE you don’t need us to bring anything?” They didn’t. Cricket’s to a wonderful party. Vodka-cran, burger. BBQ chicken wings. Friends, laughing. Birthday presents = a presidential dog puzzle = perfect. New kitchen pot holders. Bookends for Jeffrey. A perfect day. Laughing. Smiling. Continuation of Saturday. Same friends, different day. Perfect day.

Talk of the rest of the summer. How quickly it will go.

Next up? BBQ at home. Later, chickadees.