Late fall and feels like winter

I just realized that if I don’t post soon, i will only have a few posts between last Christmas’s Truckee post and this Christmas’ Truckee post. We’re supposed to go up there for Christmas with my family, and I can’t wait.
I also picked out an internal frame backpack as my Christmas present. Tim was about to buy me a coat at REI, and I was like, why buy a coat at REI when I can get a backpack? Tim already has one, and I was all jealous.
So yeah, I’m going to need to plan some backpacking trips.
In the meantime, I’m hosting Thanksgiving at my place this year, and so I’m planning out my shopping list. I’m hoping to be a little more organized than that one year when I was so busy cooking that I forgot to shower and get ready, and I spent the evening hiding from the cameras.
Tim is in NorCal this weekend, so I’m using the time to get my place ready and to play Black Ops (just kidding, OMG!).
I’m going to be making Roasted Sweet Potatoes and Apples with Thyme, Mashed Potatoes with Garlic and chives, Pecan Sweet Potatoes, Roasted Cauliflower, and hopefully some kind of rolls. Lisa is bringing up the Turkey, and helping me with stressing, I mean cooking. We can stress together. And if it gets to be too stressful, well there’s always a jacuzzi for after dinner.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to try to make a paper corsage for a prom I’m attending tomorrow.

The pretty blue shiny thing

So I got stung by a jellyfish today, but it was only my fingers. The remarkable part was that I was warned, and my friend had already gotten stung. I thought I would be unable to get in the water if there were jellyfish in it, but we’re in Cabo, and it’s 87 degrees, and the water is beautiful! I put on some goggles and went out there, determined to be careful and look around me. I mean, you know how Jellyfish are all cartooney and big and white and obvious. Or not. In the meantime, I saw this thing that looked like a fishing lure, and it even looked like it had a metal part, so I thought I’d grab it and put it in the trash on the shore so that nobody gets hurt. Grabbing that little fishing lure felt like grabbing an electric fence with razor wire, and that’s when I realized that I’d reached out and grabbed a jellyfish. It HURT! I had to go straight to the bar and ask for ice, and then I rejoined my friends in their cabana next to the pool. It didn’t hurt, as long as I kept my fingers in my cup of ice. Grocery shopping was on our agenda after the beach, and I was about as useful as Captain Hook.
Later in the evening I was walking along the beach at sunset with one of my travel companions, Tracy, and we saw some tiny blue things on the sand. More pretty fishing lures? We both realized they had to be jellyfish, and Tracy said she remembered an Australian girl at the pool saying that the jellyfish here are blue something. We looked them up when we got home, and found jellyfish that matched the description of the ones we saw on the sand. They’re called Blue Bottle Jellyfish. Then I typed that into Flikr, my current favorite website, and some of the images in the set were also of Portuguese Man of Wars. Tim came up behind me while we were looking at the images, and he’s like, “you got stung by a Portuguese Man of War?” And I’m like, “No, they’re just in the same photo set because they’re blue and they’re like Jellyfish.” Then we looked up information about the Blue Bottles, and we found out they ARE Man of Wars. What the hell!! So we were stung by Man O Wars. It looks like the ones in the Atlantic are much worse than these ones, and that’s where they get such a bad reputation. These are TINY.
So yeah, I didn’t just get stung by it, I reached out and grabbed it, and got stung by it.

Additional, better photos of these beautiful bastards can be found here.

Engaged!

So, I’ve been living in Playa for 10 months now. I’m loving it, and Tim and I got engaged back in May. I dove deeply into Bikram Yoga, starting with the 30 day challenge in January. I did the challenge again in April and July. Sweating for 90 minutes eats up most of my evening time that I used to spend blogging. That, and we both like to do a lot of cooking.

It’s a beautiful art deco ring with a miner’s cut stone. The ring is from around 1910, from Tim’s mom’s aunt.
It was a nice overcast day, with blue sky peeking at us in places. This was what the beginning of our hike looked like:


But in my memory, it looks like this, because that was the day we got engaged, and I’m a gooey, fluffy romantic at heart:

Here are some other pictures from our engagement in Sycamore Canyon, just north of Malibu.

Cactus, windmills, and Happy Winter Solstice

Oh blogsie, how I’ve missed you.
my friend Cris and I took a road trip the other day out to the windmills near Palm Springs. We did some photography and had some date shakes at Hadleys, and did some catching up. My favorite spot for photos was this little cluster of cacti. I thought it had been through a fire, but on closer inspection it didn’t appear that anything else around it had ever been burned. I guess it’s just from drought, but I’ve never seen any plant life get so dead and then come back to life. It must only stay alive way, way down in its roots. It’s a very humanoid looking gathering of Cholla. About 3 minutes into photographing it, I suddenly felt that old sense of being responsible for looking out for my friend, in case she’d never been around Cholla before. You don’t just look down when you hike around that kind of cactus, you have to keep looking down. You have to make sure one of those harmless looking chunks of the plant doesn’t cling to your foot. Sure enough, Cris had already found a cluster clinging to her foot, and then had it stick to her hand when she tried to get it off. And I had gotten a piece in my boot while on my way over to her. We both should have been supervised.








Cirque Berzerk

We went to Cirque Berzerk the other night, near Chinatown. I loved it! Very Tim Burton, but more colorful. I don’t think everyone who sees Cirque du Soleil style acrobatics appreciates it like I do, but I was fascinated and was turning my head sideways in awe while I watched the girl hang from the silk fabric and climb around doing the splits high up in the air. My favorite, though, was the guys on the trampoline. We couldn’t take any pics, of course, but we could take photos outside. I walked around with my little Olympus until there was too much dust in the air to use a flash.
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