We collect washed-up beach glass; Anne and Peter collect washed-up beach buoys. They probably have a hundred-something hanging in their back yard around their new lettuce garden. Saturday we saw six paintings that Anne had just had framed, and then ate at Helmand Palace.
Important note: Anne and I each happened to wear our cowboy boots.
This evening we drove up to Pt. Reyes to hear Joseph Goldstein talk at the Dance Palace. (That's two palaces in one weekend!) Breathtaking scenery all the way up–and then while we were driving back, the full moon rose. We had to watch out for the deer and raccoons who wandered out in the moonlight.
5 comments:
so lovely and I see that blue sky still exists somewhere...
the cowboy boots ARE the most important detail in this story. ;)
Oh damn. Was I way too late with the cafe info? I take the damn back. You can go there any old time and I can not.
Ditto what Marilyn said about cowboy boots. (I think I dittoed what with cowboy boots being my favorite shoe. Boot. Thing to put on my feet. Too bad they don't make cowboy boots as flip flops.)
I like those beach buoys. I thought they were really big, though? How can anyone fit so many any where?
Mary Ann: I know ...Shocking!
Marilyn: I'm happy that you have your priorities straight.
Booda: No! We were too late. We should have left much earlier in the day, so we could have had some time to enjoy Pt. Reyes ... but we weren't organized enough! OK, now I know the place you're talking about.
We have seen some huge ones! But these are not. (I'm not even sure "buoys" is the right word for these things.)
Maybe they're Buoy McNuggets
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