Here are the highlights since the solstice:
I also found an egg.
I'll let you know what the experts say. I have been saying out loud to whom ever can hear me for years and years now that I want to find fossils. It took a few years to really catch and hold, but now I have found many. Mostly small, oyster shell sandstone from our mountains, about 60 million years old, but it all excites me! These are my first BIG ONES!
While Tom was working in Monterey, I took the kids to the Monterey Bay Aquarium. Their favorite thing this time was the five new baby sea turtles.
I let them experiment with dipping different things into chocolate at lunch.
carrots, celery, french fries, crackers and of course, strawberries. Hey, it's summer!
The fouth of July brought me a very severe case of June Gloom depression and a really bad two-day headache.
After my two day headache and my miracle kombucha cure- it literally took the headache that Ibuprofen couldn't touch away in about one hour- I had a new easy going feeling and just refused to get stressed out about days full of scheduled activities. This was really good because Friday was a crazy one.
I arranged for a babysitter for Kieran and Aidan, went to breakfast with my sister, her friend and her friend's scholarship earning-volleyball playing-soon to be freshman Notre Dame attending-daughter and Quinlan, my step daughter, who will also be an ND freshman, so we could introduce the two SB/ND girls. That went well, but was followed by the drop off of my beloved niece and nephew, Nick and Claire, who came to play for the day.
We went to lunch, chased lunch with a quick nap by me, then I was off to the chiropractor to make sure all was well with my neck and spine, post headache.
I had Quinlan babysitting. After dropping Nick and Claire back to their house, I rushed Kieran to her five o'clock Saxophone lesson. She has a concert next week. She's actually really good. To test my relaxation, I will share that the thirty minute lesson went over by seven minutes and I was supposed to go home, pack a bag and drive across town to meet my girlfriends by six.
Jill, Krista and I were about to have a celebratory dinner at Bacara and a night at the luxurious El Capitan Canyon cabins in honor of Krista's fortieth birthday. We had our usual magic perfection. Except for the rat that woke Jill up with it's scratching sounds and the fact that she ro, sham, bow'ed me for the bed, loosing to the air mattress, even though I said I would sleep on it. Relaxation = no guilt about such things. The next morning, Saturday, we walked down to El Cap beach to scan the water. Krista had requested an ocean dip for her 40th and we were prepared to give it to her. I suggested some special shots of her jumping in the surf.