The air smells like flowers here. A breeze will hit and suddenly your whole self is suffused with honeysuckle, freesia or that spicy yellow bush that is all over the side of the road. I found mushrooms (a few little oysters), laid on the beach, got a little sunburnt. I ate outside thinking Lori would be jealous until I remembered that she is in Paris. I think I may just do it all again today. With sunscreen this time.
Its funny the things you notice being in a different place, driving a different car, getting mostly out of regular life. Yesterday I started noticing alarms. The microwave, the car has different alarms for driver and passenger seatbelt, the keys left, the siren then train in Santa Cruz, the stove timer, but the once familiar ones like Rebekah’s cell phone and mine that rang at 5:40 am yesterday by the one person on the planet who hadn’t heard me gloating I was coming for California. I am going to try to record sounds today and post them.