Oh hi! It's me.
With a little dispatch from the road.
Motoring up the Ventura Highway with the music on high and the windows down. Singing my head off. Hand surfing out the window.
I stopped unexpectedly to stalk some migratory monarchs. They're everywhere! Migrating!
The kind that migrate are like SUPER bionic monarchs. They live 8 whole months. They have extra strong wings.
Those facts courtesy of a sign I read in a Monarch park that I ran into while I was surveying and tracking. Investigating. Tiny orange birds fluttering through the blue sky. Some hanging in clusters on the eucalyptus branches.
I waited around to see who this bike belonged to. I was dying of curiosity. I should have left a note attached to the flag that said, "You're awesome and so is your bike."
In my mind I did. Left the note, I mean.
I landed here. My room was supposed to have a partial view with a side balcony. Nope. They upgraded me to the full ocean view in the FRONT. The front ! The woman behind the counter must have looked at my wild eyes and crazy windblown hair and the big ollalaberry dressing stain on my shirt and decided I needed a room with a view. Okay. Thanks!
The ocean is roaring. A tiny sliver of gold moon is lying on her back over the water. I'm getting ready to hunker down with May Sarton's journal and see what she's up to over in Maine.
Today is Papa Moss' 79th birthday. He's been gone 11 years. Also exactly 9 years to the day I drove up to Moss Cottage for the very first time. It was dark, but I liked what I saw, so I called my realtor friend Lianne and said, "Get me into that house STAT! I gotta see it!!!"
I'll never forget that night. I was so prepared for disappointment, but instead I found a nest to call my own.