Kind of. We're trying. Amy's still fighting off a persistent cold/flu/virus thing. The dogs are getting used to the lack of an open vista to patrol (except when Grover is at the beach, which appears to be a necessity for him to keep his mind.) And I'm going to give up the ice cream and pick up the riding. Soon. After the house gets its second coat of paint. Yep, I'm painting the whole inside, and the color is light, so it'll need a second coat. PHOTO So things are a bit, ahem, in progress.
The beach walks with Grover aren't so bad, really. But it's generally cold and windy -- surprise! Think Stinson Beach, people, (people who know.) But the after-five crowd at the beach is dog people, and I've met a few. Grover's sniffed them. The shells are still amazing - quantity and quality. I hope the diversity is not seasonal. I'd like Lana to go shell-hunting in the summer. We'll get a collection going.
Grendel, the small dog, is an accomplished coach potato all of a sudden. His recent leg surgery, combined with his age and the stress or relocation have probably made him into the expert he is. And what a bed-head he is when he wakes up! PHOTO If only the cable TV remote were smaller...
Going to the grocery is also a little different for us. As acknowledged Trader Joe's addicts, we are agape at some of the food items not here. On the bright side, though, that opens the door for items that are new for us... and let us align more with the local color. Last night, for example, I cooked eggs and grits with mustard greens. For dinner. And it was good. Now we have 'his' and 'hers' bags of grits! PHOTO
The bicycling is interesting. As with anywhere, the new routes and clubs can demand some adjustments. Here, the rides seem to be Saturday and Tuesday mornings, the latter with a smaller, slower group (18-21 mph) which is very convenient since it gathers two block from the house! This week we rode the coast highway all the way into St. Augustine. When we turned around to comeback, though, the wind was right in our faces for the entire 27-28 miles. It was blowing at about 16-17 mph, with stronger gusts. What a relentless push that was...
Along the highway, that coastal huighway, the side offers a nice bike route. But occasionally the side is obstructed by roadwork, or contractors' trucks. Getting around those obstacles is tricky, and perilous. This Tuesday I had some bad rapport with cars. I was honked at, flipped off, and yelled at by a landscaper towing mowers and such. He stopped his rig in the middle of the highway, leaned out the window and yelled, "You're a bleeping idiot!" Oh, the comeback lines that almost came out of my mouth. But this is gun country, so I just shut up and smiled and kept riding. Away from the idiot driving the truck.
That's why Amy splurged on our license plate. PHOTO
Next: A weekend visit from the Hooleys!
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