Monday, February 12, 2018

1600 Miles Later

After four weeks on the road, we are finally home.

Here is what it looked like at sunset facing east on our last night in Capitola.
We ran outside to the watch the waning light. That's when we noticed three young teenage boys huddled down outside our fence on the walk into town. They were obviously doing something they didn't want us to see. They got very nervous when we walked over to the fence to take pictures. Oh yeah, one guy was dealing some pot to the others. He got up nervously and hustled up the walk quickly. We kept saying, "It's okay, we're only out here to watch the sunset. Don't worry. It's okay." But they looked at us like we were going to bust them. I felt like saying, "Take a look at us, do we look like people who haven't smoked pot?" But we just reassured them as they ran on by. We had a good laugh remembering what it's like to be young like that.

Sunrise the next morning from nearly the same spot.
We woke at 5:00 am, had our tea and toast and then did all the work getting our stuff out of the house, clean the kitchen, and do the final inspection to make sure the next family members who arrive at this 80+ year old house will find it as pristine as possible. It's quite a task.

We hit the road at 7:00 and were home by 1:30. Roger did all the driving. There were moments when we were rolling down that highway, tears were rolling down my cheeks. Life is hard sometimes. This is one of those times. These sunrises and sunsets of life.

22 comments:

  1. A close friend of mine here, who I spent years climbing with, just lost her mom. We were talking about being orphans, and she observed that nobody loves you like your mom. Well, dads do too, often, but it's usually the moms.
    Here's to all the moms.
    Tears of love.

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    1. isabelita-- Makes me wonder if I'll think of myself an orphan when my mom breathes her last breath. Right now I feel like a brokenhearted child, wanting to be in two places at once... at her side, and at home.

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    2. xoxox

      You are actually in both places at once. Your heart is definitely with her.

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    3. kathy-- I cannot tell you how much your comment means to me. I needed to read that today, and remember it everyday. Thank you for that.

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  2. This is, indeed, a hard time. Writing helps.

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    1. Colette-- Writing does help, and reading kind words too.

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  3. Know how painful this time must be for you and being so far away has to make it doubly so. That is one long trip you must make with lots of time to think.
    Hoping your Mom is comfortable and feeling loved. You too my friend.

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    1. Patti-- It's the distance that makes it so hard. I already want to drive the 700 miles back. The plan is to return in March. My older brother is flying out from Virginia soon, so that gives me some sense of relief.

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  4. Oh yes, Robin, life, this beautiful life, is hard. But you are not alone. We are all in it together.

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    1. Sabine-- Yes, this beautiful life is hard. Thank you for being here to remind me of the beauty. We are all in it together.

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  5. I wish I had something comforting to say about the hard times, but I don't really. Maybe only that you aren't alone. Those photos are stunning. I'm glad you got to see those sunrises and sunsets in person. Oh, and isn't pot legal out there now?

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    1. Sharon-- The best part of being on the road is staying at Roger's family beach house. Those sunrise and sunsets are always so beautiful. Oh yes, pot is legal here in California...if you're older than 18. These kids were so nervous.

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  6. These threshold times are sacred, as are your tears and your eyes that can see the changing beauty of the sky. Sending love.

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    1. am-- Love that expression "threshold times." Yes, they are sacred and can pull your heart in so many directions.

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  7. Not sure I'd want to leave if that was the view you had. Must be hard on you leaving your mum like that. My wife if helping her parents move at the moment, trouble is they are moving in with us for a while something nether of us are looking forward to but hopefully it is for a short time. Take it you did not think to ask if they had any pot to spare then.

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    1. Bill-- That stunning view has been in Roger's family since his grandparents bought the house in 1938. Amazing, isn't it! I hope things work out with your in-laws coming to stay for a while. It certainly will change the daily flow of things. You made us laugh out loud about asking those teens if they had any pot to spare. Ha ha!

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  8. I know that feeling of wanting to be in two places at once. I lived 3500 miles from my parents. I was visiting when my dad passed but at my home when mom passed. Both were expected which made things easier. I miss them both everyday but are happy they are back together now. My parents were high school sweethearts and never dated anyone else.

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    1. Dave-- I can't tell you what it means to me to read your comment about being so far from your mom when she passed. We know we're going to make one more journey south to say our good byes. But we also know we will not be at her side when she passes. I love knowing that your parent were high school sweethearts. Some love really does last forever.

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  9. I guess it's in the nature of teenagers to want to do things unobserved by adults -- even if the adults won't "bust" them. After all, the furtiveness adds to the excitement, right? It's no fun to smoke pot if all the adults approve! (Well, it's LESS fun, anyway.)

    I'm glad you're headed home, but I know this has been a difficult time.

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    1. Steve-- You are so right about those teens and their furtive behavior. It wouldn't be cool if they didn't have to hide it and shake their fists at "authority." We're home now. It feels so good, a true comfort to take our familiar walks on quiet streets and at the marsh.

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  10. Your sunsets and sunrises are spectacular. One precious day at a time.

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    1. 37paddington-- Yes, one precious day at a time. Thank you for that.

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