I keep trying to come up with something to say here. We seem to be in the midst of too many personal crises to even think about our lonely, little blog. I actually thought about creating a personal ad:
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Between broken ankles and panic attacks, emergency appendectomies, and a rather crazy certain someone whose familial relationship shall not be identified, but whose self-centered, selfish, cantankerous ways are the stuff of family legend, we are at the frayed end of our old ropes. Tired. Very tired.
Still, we summon from some depths of ourselves the energy to hit the road one more time and drive south on Monday to spend the week with my mother. We hope to help her transition from the evil nursing home back to her own place with 24 hour home health care and some good home-cooked food. I keep telling her that just being back in her own bed with her laptop and three-weeks of email, great youtube videos, and Netflix movies, she'll be back to herself in no time.
Before the emotional deluge, we watched dolphins diving into the roiling surf, so close to shore we could make out what looked like an adult and two juveniles. Whales seem to come reliably into the bay along a very particular route, probably straight over the Monterey Canyon. We know where to look to find them on the horizon. When we have time, we actually remember to do it.
Lately in the wee hours of a still-dark morning we have been awakened by a barking sea lion. It is a sound that, even while being beautiful and wild in its own right, makes us long deep in our bones for a howling coyote and miles of woods and meadows around us.
We miss you. Heck, we miss ourselves.