December Ocean


Our third monthly trip to the coast is a rare view of the winter ocean since we rarely come over so close to Christmas.  First, I’m not so keen about traveling the pass if we have to use chains.  Second, the list of “to do’s” for Christmas is getting rather long.  Are we crazy to take off three days the week before?

We are committed to our “Year at the Coast” as explained in an earlier blog.  Off we go, chains in the trunk.

We arrive to a gray sky, but the 45 degrees make the place seem downright balmy!  Instead of seagulls hogging the sand, there are these black birds sitting between the first and second waves.  HUNDREDS of them….just sitting there.  Dawn to dusk  Anyone who knows bird habits may have a clue to these little sturdy birds.

I watch the waves as the “to do” list melts away.  We enjoy three days of art work and reading.  The TV is rarely on and we don’t take any day trips.  We simply relax.


Robert sketches waves while I work on my “Goldfish Diaries” cartoon series.  Later we switch out to books, then back to art.  What bliss.


I get up early on the last day to watch the ocean at sunrise.  Since we face the Pacific on the west coast, the sun rises in back of us.  However, the ocean changes as the sun rises and begins to peek over our hotel.  It hits one wave at a time turning it a glowing white until the sun is high enough to  turn all the waves white.  A wonderful, slow, peaceful transition.

What an incredible winter holiday.

Sunday Comics

Sunday Comics

Little Changes–Big Results


Since my knee surgery, I have not been able to easily leave by the front door without assistance.  At first I could only leave through the garage using grab bars.  Once I was able to leave by the front door, it was a little scary….I had to crab-walk my way down the three steps. (Hard to do that and look elegant, trust me on this.)

The weather finally cooperated so that my husband could cut, grind, weld, etc. a simple stylish handrail.  We didn’t want anything with curls because it would not really go with the brick flower boxes in front of the house.

I must say, being able to take the steps on my own give me a sense of accomplishment. Now I don’t exactly “fly” down the steps, but I can take the stairs confidently.  A shout out to my husband who can build/create anything.