this dispatch is gonna be All Over Da Place. put your seatbelt on this minute!
first let us dip low over the water and glide under the sherbet colored sky. here we are. on my last night at the pine beach inn– situated in between fort bragg and mendocino. don’t say i didn’t warn you it was a BUDGET motel. it’s on the ocean side of the road on 11 acres and has that charming path to the private little cove i wrote about previously. in order to have this view you’ll have to be in room 53 or higher on the 2nd floor. the room was worn and rather spartan, but my bed was heavenly. this isn’t the ritz carlton. or even the holiday inn express so check your high expectations at the door.
yesterday i walked at the huntington gardens where i hadn’t been since early june. this is the only picture i took because i was hot and had to keep walking through the sprinklers to cool off.
no, i am not adjusting to the high temps well after spending 3 weeks of summer in my perfect temp zone of 55-65 degrees. but i’ll get there by and by.
now to change the subject completely…witness the back of my BAVARIAN travel journal.
i collected stickers along the way. the portrait of ludwig makes me laugh everytime i look at it because it looks like sister! dontcha think? just a little?
i ran out of room on the back cover so moved inside… i like to write in my travel journal for 1 day prior and after so i remember what was happening around the time of my visit.
zip! back to a walk on the mendo headlands on an early morn last week.
cool with dewdrops.
i sing the song of the open path.
on which i can place one foot before the other. stopping often to watch seabirds.
and look for windows in the rock.
great sea caves tunnel under the headlands.
where blowholes have been formed.
in the light and fog everything is possible.
the path turns close to the edge and suddenly there is a bridge.
to be alone in such a place is divine.
where was i in the travel journal?
oh yeah, here we are.
out of order of course! but you don’t mind.
after being gone so much i am slowly coming home to moss cottage. savoring these final weeks before i have to return to the thing called work. the place where you have to report in daily and check things off long to-do lists.
5 more years. i am determined to be a free bird by the time i’m 60. even if it means i will have to become thrifty for a time. my entrepreneurial brain shuts down when i’m in school. nowadays it needs long periods of time stretched out before me to engage and create. retiring early will give me the time i need in the idea factory.
don’t mind me. just thinking aloud about retirement. i don’t know where i’ll land, but this place looks good. monte rio. way out in the boondocks. but close to river, forest, sea.
i want to start a california woman’s commune in the forest or at the sea. except we will all live in our own cottages or trailers or urts or mansions. the ones in the mansions can host tea parties and gettogethers. the ones in the urts can host bonfire nights. a diverse group of women folk. a starting-over new-life place. no dogma or catma. no gurus or chiefs.
we’ll all wear those t-shirts that say, “introverts unite. separately. in your own homes.”
happy sunday friends. hope you’re doing something that makes you feel good today. i’m off to make a blueberry smoothie and put a pot of beans in the instant pot. if you have retirement thoughts of your own do share. i love to know what others are planning, dreaming, thinking about.