Postcard from the Beach #6: Wild Kingdom

She says this is like living in a zoo.  She woke up yesterday morning to see a deer family snoozing in the yard, who promptly hid when discovered.  Then she looked out at the canal and the otter was having quite a party. At breakfast the raccoon family tripped across the docks of all the neighbors on the other side of the canal.
The heron took off with a huge splash and the raccoons sped into the reeds.

Postcard #5 from the Beach

This is why everyone stayed out a long time tonight.  It was so beautiful and warm.

Postcard from the Beach #4

She rode down the beach back home at low tide.  There were more cars parked on the beach than there were on the street.  It was madness.  She was relieved to reach the no car zone where it was very quiet.  But she found a minister and several families preparing for a beach wedding.  The minister had a clip board and they were all looking for the bride. We hope she arrived. They could not have chosen a better day.

Postcard #3 from the Beach

She rode her bike down to town and stopped in to visit Chey at the Chica Taqueria. The best tacos north of Mexico.  Today it was two chile verdes with a dash of lime and chipotle salsa.  She had no room for ice cream after. Besides, the whole town was in line for ice cream.

Postcard from the Beach #2

 She said that today was a spectacular day at the beach.  She spent the morning on the dock reading Mary Oliver and listening to the aviary all around her.  She said it was like the San Diego Zoo.  Heron was out, as was hawk, and a raccoon peeked out from under the dock but the crows chased him back underneath.  Fish jumped and the otters swam circles down the center of the canal.  Throngs of swallows flew in formation like the kites down on the sand.  She said we would have enjoyed it. Perhaps. But we would have had to experience it all in harnesses and would have been the laughing stock of the animal kingdom.

Postcard from the Beach: Sun!

We heard that the sun came out today down there and that she took out her bike and rode all over, into town, down the beach through the sand for three miles all the way home.  She said the beach was a little misty, and it was great fun dodging rolling clouds of fog and gulls. She is now finishing her third book.  We understand that Jean Corbon, OP's little tome on liturgy is very inspiring.  We are not sure we would share her enthusiasms.  But she seems happy, what can we say?

We Did Not Go to The Beach

On Wednesday the keeper left us with our favorite cat nanny, Leticia, and left us in the heat and with our own beds.  She headed down to the beach, and all the way down kept saying that if it wasn't warm and sunny she would turn back and come home.  She drove through the gates to a golden sunny afternoon with people running around in shorts.  Within two hours, the mist and clouds swept in and kept them under cover for the next day.

She reports that she hit the gym and the sauna and read a whole book on Thursday.  She says they found a dead man on the beach the other morning near our house.  It was a self inflicted death.  Very sad.  She also tells us that she just missed "Harry Potter" here.