I joke that coming to visit my family on the west coast is like visiting some sort of health initiative summer camp. My brother has me running up and down mountains all day long.
Well, almost. Since coming here, there’s not a day that’s gone by when I haven’t hiked/ran less than five miles.
Five very elevated miles, mind you.
And today was over six!
Needless to say, it’s awesome. And I’m sore. There’s just nothing like navigating all those twisting and turning paths on a mountain side.
And this morning I snuck out on the deck with a ukulele. I sat humbly before the great sprawl of the Pacific Ocean and felt like a very small creature, indeed. It’s a good thing to feel small from time to time, I think. Not small of heart or purpose–but small because you’re surrounded by big and vast and beautiful things.
I finished a song I’ve been working on. I wore sunglasses and shorts and flip-flops that showcased how much I really do try every so often: ie, my painted my toenails.
I baked a loaf of bread and a pan-full of cinnamon buns. I also made dinner for everyone and my nephew Ollie took one bite of the grilled chicken, looked at me, and said, “This is really good; tastes like pizza.”
A compliment is a compliment, and I will take it.
It’s been a good day. And that’s not even half of it–I mean, I didn’t even mention the apparent summit of large dogs we stumbled upon in the mountains today. I was in heaven. And then there was Lucy the Chihuahua we met later in town. And Monkey, too. He likes to watch us swim in the pool. But don’t let his name fool you–he’s actually a dog.
Like I said, a really good day.