mr. monkey emailed me to remind me to bring bear spray. god knows this is the time of year that black bears abound, lounging on the white sands of long beach, umbrella drinks in hand, towels modestly draped over their midriffs.
to get there, we must brave a steep and winding road. i believe i might do the thing i usually do, and spend the time with my head neatly wedged between my knees, hyperventilating lightly. it doesn't really help, but does make the time pass by.
*it feels patently bizarre talking of winter in this here land. it is green. yesterday i walked by a tree whose one branch had already burst into tiny pink blossoms. the magnolia buds are huge, silver and furry, and ready to go. winter, indeed.