It’s evening in Los Angeles and the windows of Moss Cottage are flung open wide! I just huffed it up the hill home after a brisk jaunt around the neighborhood. I AM going to San Miguel de Allende in a mere 13 days after all, and I only have that long to lose 20 pounds and develop the heart, lungs, and thighs of a superbly trained racehorse. And while I should have begun my conditioning aerobic walks months ago I am not daunted in the least bit by all the work I have to do. In fact when my Trader Joe’s BBQ chicken pizza comes out of the oven I’m going to sit down and think long and hard about my next move. One thing’s for sure… Tom Waits barking out the blues in his gravely drunken voice as I walk makes me feel perky and light on my feet. I reward myself at the end of the walk by listening to James Blunt tell me how beautiful I am. Then I collapse in a heap on my front doorstep.
I’m heading north next week up that beautiful expanse of California coast. I just reserved my fireplace room that has easy access to miles of wooden boardwalk beach paths. Hatching escape plans is one of my favorite things to do. The best thing about being on vacation is all the freedom I have to just SPLIT whenever I want. The computer is staying at home and I plan to do nothing but read, write, and walk on the beach.
The beach shots I’m posting are from my last trip up north – to Carmel – in December.
One of my mailart recipients received hers so I’ll post it. The other 3 are still floating out in the postal void. No sense in ruining someone’s surprise. Finally, here are a couple of journal pages. What good is a post without ART!?