dashing

So, brandon and I are on vacation in california! it has been awesome and beautiful, the weather here is perfect every day and there's tons to do. Our first day we went swimming early in the morning in the ocean, it was lovely and we were glad we had wetsuits but i kept freaking out about sharks so it ended up being less working out and more just me shlopping around and eyeing bubbles and warm spots fearfully without watching the waves and then getting clobbered. After that we went home and sat by the pool and read the list of short stories that my family is all reading so that we can have a discussion about them together. I am really excited- the list is full of goodies and some new ones i've never read before. There really is something magical about short stories. They sing an entire novel in one small chorus. They are beautiful and intricate and simple at the same time, they say more than what is there to anyone who reads them. Rather, the well written words. It makes me ashamed to write sometimes. So far I've read The Hitchhiker by Roald Dahl, Two Soldiers by William Faulkner, The Short Life of Francis Macomber by Ernest Hemingway, Hateship, Friendship, Courtship, Loveship, and Marriage, Araby by James Joyce, The Steal by Jeffery Archer, and I think there are a few more...


Tuesday night we all went to the padres vs. pirates game which was really fun. By the seventh inning people around us were getting really ripe but we had fun sneaking in snacks (in sarah and my awesome pocket purses) singing really loudly, talking in austrian accents and we even participated in starting a wave that went all the way around the stadium. I felt pretty important. Padres also won. Thanks to our awesomeness.
Just kidding, thanks to their talent.

Yesterday brandon and I went driving up the coast, it was lovely to just relax and smell the ocean and see the sights. I haven't been along the coast just to see it for a long time. I guess I've resigned that california is really my home- I can't pretend that connecticut and the east coast are where i belong anymore- even though my heart yearns for the magical memories I have from my childhood there.

I bet the humidity would kill me now if I went back.

In all, it's been a great week. But I have to say that I miss this guy


more than I can possibly word. I've never felt that way about a pet before (i guess I never really had any big pets that... acted like they had souls?) (is that awful?) I've never been this attached before to an animal. Most of them have died before I got the chance. I worry about him all the time, is he happy? is he warm is he fed?
These are ridiculous questions since he is in the loving arms of my mother in law (who, if she can raise brandon without him dying or being lost... that's all i need to say) at the cabin in sundance and he has a friend (their golden retriever kayla) to keep him company.

But i wonder if he misses me too.

or if he'll recognize me with how dark i've gotten.

just kidding.
sandy eggo is a b l a s t.
lachelle and manasseh get in tonight!
next week we are paddleboarding, balboaing, beaching (in general), going to the del mar fair horse races and playing a smorgeushborg of games and eating ourselves silly.

i can't wait.