Not really, I did mean to get up early to catch the sunrise on the top of Mt. Diablo, that just didn’t happen. The alarm went off at 6:30a, I had to tell Alexa twice to turn it off before I woke up at 7:30a. Another reason I’ll never be a great photographer, I can’t wake up to greet the day anymore. For ten years I’d wake up at 4:30a for work then rowing, I never want to see a “4” and an “a” together ever again.
I’ll wait for the sunset, or maybe head out today some time and get some shots? I’m sure my neighbors appreciate I slept in and didn’t wake them up with my drone at sunrise.
Otherwise, I’m just doing my own thing again today, still nursing my tailbone bruise/fracture. This really took me down again, it’s been over a week now and not feeling any better. I hate complaining about health stuff, it makes me feel 100 years old, it’s just that I was really hoping to get back on track with getting in shape. That week was looking good with the swimming & skiing, then this. I’ll walk a few miles to crawl to the fridge for icy/hot & heating pads.
Forget about bike riding, yoga, swimming…perhaps I should actually go to the Dr.?? IDK?? Last time I went was when my heart actually hurt after the smoke and they didn’t whip out the stethoscope, which seems to me to be Dr. 101?? Plus there’s nothing they can do about it besides tell me to do what I’m already doing.
On the “where to live” front, still up in the air. I found the cutest place in Pacific Grove, a place I love to go. One thing’s for sure after all this snow, glad I didn’t go for Tahoe! I don’t know if I could handle being injured and not being able to dig myself out of a condo or dig my car out all week. There’s hunkering down, then there’s hunkering down with no cable or internet for days…that would be the worst part!! One storm a few years knocked it all out, my son was with me, we looked at each other and said, “We’re out of here!” We drove back to Walnut Creek before the roads closed.
We looked at this awesome place in Pt. Richmond that had a dock in front of it. For that we’d have to sell our house, which I’m just not ready to do yet. Tick tock on my life choices and not doing anything about it. Again, I’m the only one up for a change of scenery after living here for 27 years. My son and his wife love it here, the only way they can afford to stay is if we keep the house.
As cool as the Pt. Richmond house was, it’s not a “destination” like Pacific Grove. I would never say, “Hey, let’s go to Pt. Richmond for the weekend!” That Pacific Grove house had a separate unit for guests or a little artist studio for myself (I know, I still consider myself somewhat of an artist). I still have all these dreams, when in reality I’ll probably have to move back to Manhattan Beach and take care of my mom so she can stay home (there might be cats involved).