What can we say about the "beach house" as is it refered to around the house. This little, rustic studio has been a part of Art and my life for over 8 years. Every other month, the third weekend, we pack up our car full to the brim with our bedding, warm clothes, food and reading material, and head along the curvy road to Stinson Beach. Bob Evans the owner and man-extrodinaire passed away late last year. He had been a big part of his community and a part of the "beach" experience for us. He respected our privacy but was ready for an engaging chat anytime. One of my last memories of him, he was sitting in his corner office, view of the beach on two sides, with Eva on his lap, coloring with his collection of magic markers. He was giving them to her WAY before we allowed them in her toddler grasp. The children refer to the Golden Gate Bridge as the "Bob" bridge. They know he is now with the angles and speak of him often.
Anyway, the house is soon to be on the market. Michelle, Bob's friend/caretaker, befriended our family over the two years. A visit to Stinson would not be complete without Michelle and Eva watering everything in site behind the privacy fence of 33 Calle del Sierra.
This past weekend encompased all that we love about the spot. We arrived on Saturday to a bright sunny but windy day. The children and I arrived before Art. We were warned that Bob's children might be there, but we were unaware to what extent. They were like busy worker bees buzzing around. There was a bit of tension when they immediately asked if they could change out our toilet, took all of our parking spaces and pretty much were in every shared space possible. Soon we reached a good state of equilibrium and learned to coexist.
Saturday, March 25, 2006
OOOOoooooooooommmmmmmmmMMMMMM
It is always difficult leaving. Eva does not appreciate the transition from here to there. It is even worse when we leave something fabulous such as Stinson. Kara and Andrew helped us get in to the car, Eva in tears, crying about the way she was put in to her car seat. This loud cry of protest turned in to a low moan by the time we left the township limits. This constant humm, wailish moan continued with every twist in the turn of curvy Rt. 1, Pacific Highway. Eli sat silently in his seat studying his California Bird laminated chart all the while this droaning as a background music. By the time we were ready to turn left at Muir Beach to head towards Muir Woods, Eva added to her chant, "I caaan't stopppp whhhhinnnningggggg."
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
The possum
A few weeks ago, Eli and I went to Phil's Coffee to try a highly recommended cup of coffee. I was delighted with the hand-dripped Turkish blend. It was delicious. The owner, Phil, was so generous he wanted me to try all of his blends. Needless to say I was CAFFEINED for a good portion of the morning. I was miss chatty, miss efficient and felt fabulous, until I crashed. By the time Eva came home from school I was so tired, I could barely keep my eyes opened. I gave Eva and Eli some milk, read them books and declared the next 30 minutes, quiet time. I immediately ran in to my room and laid across my bed. Well, quiet time lasted about 5 minutes, Eli came running in to my room saying, "mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy......" over and over until it was clear he was getting no response from me. I played possum to see what would happen. He then darted down the hall towards the living room, all I heard was the little slap slap of his feet hitting the hard wood floors. Eva ran promptly after him saying, "Eli, Mommy is taking a nap, can I help you with something?" Nice to have a substitute mom in these cases and Eva certainly fits the bill.
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