Monday, March 10, 2014

California Winter


My parent's house is a bit like a resort to me: I usually go in the summer or at holidays; there's tons of food around and being served periodically throughout the day; the beach towels just magically replenish themselves in the beach towel cupboard; etc . . .

This last visit was no exception, though it was a bit like being at my favorite resort in the off-season.  The outdoor furniture was un-pillowed and the weather was a bit more erratic.  But, these are small prices to pay.

Edie and I ate a billion fresh strawberries*, welcomed the many guests who came to visit us, and basically had an amazing time in pseudo-summer.



It took Edie an adorably long time to stop running for her coat whenever I announced we were going outside.  Though, it was a pleasure, a pleasure, to assure her that we didn't need it.


(seriously.  this is February.  it's like witchcraft.)











There's a lot that goes un-shown here: a lot of Olympic coverage with a very invested family; TWO Knecht/Appel Olympic kickers; so many walks; swimming in an outdoor pool; tacos; burgers; time with sisters, brother, niece, parents; watching Edie play with her cousins; walking barefoot (indoors and out); Thrifty's ice cream; Patty's burritos; and just the peace I feel when I look at the weather and see it's going to be 75 degrees.

It's been a tough transition back to Boston (no surprise), but sometimes I steal into Edie's room to sneak a peak at the green sandals I bought her and think of summer.


*the strawberries were great, obviously, but now I've been ruined from all other strawberries.  How, how, how can I be expected to eat those red charlatans masquerading as strawberries that they sell in clamshells at costco?  How?

4 comments:

  1. And avocados too, don't forget the avocados!. All avos outside of california are chalky doppelgangers. Now you're making want to visit San Diego

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  2. This is the good life. Come back soon, friend.

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  3. You are my YOLO idol. My Yoldol? I'll work on it. I have time. Inside. In anger.

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