today was about as perfect as a day could be. we headed for the coast, over the coastal range with clear skies and wonderful clouds--- which became more dense as we entered the coastal range. But driving over the crest everything cleared and we had a perfect view of Cannon Beach haystacks. We headed south to Oswald West State Park where the surfing is perfect and the water hellaciously cold. full body suits, helmets and gloves.
After drying off and getting back into clothes we headed to Cannon Beach, my second or maybe third favorite coast town ( northern coast) and window shopped, visited our favorite glass artists at Ice Fire, combed both excellent and schlocky galleries and then when the tide was lowest and the sun beginning to set silver against the water we did some tide pooling near the Haystacks. Large Bat stars and tons of anemones, barnacles and mussels. But we got to see many varieties of gulls, some puffins and some fat dreamy little sandpiper-ish birds.
we considered eating at the beach but missed Abi and the leftovers in the fridge so in 90 minutes we were home, bathed, and eating tepid pizza. It was a great day and the air of generosity and sweetness between us (ever since we have given daily time to reviewing the eight fold path) was is and will be a joy.
Bubbles sent me some great books and a wonderful card- how true it is about undies- and Jimmy decided to get me a small glass piece in a wonderful teal color. But on my actual birthday he is going to Blockbuster at 9 am, renting Sex and the City, picking up an ice cream cake and we will pig out with our favorite four women , their men, and our fantastically beloved Mr. Big.
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