Those are the kinds of things that kept happening instead. But since I've been doing almost no journaling here, I do want to at least put up a quick photo record of a most excellent week.
Carotenemia, which you can see in the orange creases of her knuckles. I told her to stop eating 10 tangerines per day but would she listen? It is a benign and purely cosmetic condition. She was not terribly bothered and informed me that "at least you know I'm not going to get scurvy." True. I also know that tangerine season just ended. Sorry, Toots.
pak boong) for 25+ years.
Every morning in San Diego starts with a long walk. To the best coffee and croissants place. Though now instead of being woken by Leo, we sometimes have to wake him. Which is fantastic. For everyone. This adolescence thing, it is not so bad.
We ended up spending a significant amount of time at the mall. As half of us came down without our swim gear. We are not used to malls and figured they opened up at the same time as Target, roughly? But no. They open at the same time as restaurants open for lunch. So we waited and played footsie in these comforting cocoon chairs.
|OK, fine, we were there for the beach. We went to the beach every damn day.|
It was wonderful. This is La Jolla Cove.
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Her beachgoing was quite impressive, really. She spent hours in really damn cold waves that Leo would only immerse himself in partially and for brief episodes, and for which Seymour required a wetsuit. I stayed on the beach on a towel and observed as I do not do cold water unless I am scuba diving in full gear.
My mom was there too, not sure why she's not in these photos. We stayed at her house and brought her back her dog, who had stayed with us for a few weeks and endeared himself to our entire city and who slept on our bed every night despite being told no. (Puppy pout is a real thing.)
My mom is always very patient with us invading her home and causing iDevices and laptops to sprout from every available electrical outlet and wanting to eat Roberto's burritos and rolled tacos for every meal even though she is an excellent cook who rarely gets to cook meals because cooking for one is no fun. We owe her a home-grilled steak dinner.
|And then Spring Break was over.|