I was something in the 60s but now I'm just sixty something.

A “SLO” 4th

Hey there folks! Happy Independence Day! Hope it’s a great day for you!

What? You expected horses? Or maybe an elephant?

Sorry about the confusion from the old post from Coronado. I was trying to limit it to FB just for the old pictures. I was reminiscing on how much fun we always had there on the 4th. I always miss Coronado at this time of year.

WordPress updates faster than I write and my widgets are out of whack among other things. I was having great difficulty and spewing many ugly words trying to post those pictures. I accidentally republished the entire blog entry with no explanation of it being a repost. So, if you are a “follower” it found it’s way to your mailbox. So here is my disclaimer: No, I am not in Coronado and the Big Bang Bust in San Diego was in 2012. I understand though that Fort Mill, SC had a fireworks mishap this year. Bound to happen somewhere. The only California debacle so far this year for the 4th was an earthquake. I didn’t feel it. Maybe if I hadn’t been out eating and drinking and laughing so hard with some new friends I might have. It was pretty big. It’s not dark here yet on the west coast though so there is time left for some other fiasco.

It’s hard to believe it has been 7 years since that last 4th of July post. We left San Diego because of the crowds, the traffic and the taxes. And here we are newly back in California on the SLOcoast (so called for San Luis Obispo and the fact that life is a lot slower here). It is a whole different California here except for the taxes. Drive out of our neighborhood and you are in the midst of strawberry fields, flower fields, vineyards, goats, cows, and horses. And newly repurposed farmland growing the latest cash crop. Yep, pot fields. And you know what the Eagles say about the Hotel California? “You can check out but you can never leave.” And thus, here we are again for the third time.

Original owner?

It is much more peaceful here and life is easy. On the other hand, we don’t have these great 4th of July events that draw in 100,000 people. We have a neighborhood parade that has more participants than spectators. Which is still fun. And much more the norm. Here’s how we do it in SLO County.

My neighbors!
Kazoo Bee Doo Bee Doo! The only band available.

There are fireworks tonight down at Pismo Beach. But it’s a crap shoot which will come first. Could be the fireworks or could be the fog. I’m opting for bed. We have already been out twice this week and we are going out again tomorrow. I am having trouble keeping up this SLO pace. Who knew there were so many party animals in these retirement communities?


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Seasonal Affective Disorder and Growing Fur

I am fighting my annual war of avoiding pseudo hibernation. If you have never pseudo hibernated it involves a lot of sleep, TV and carbs. Wine can also play a part in this but given the length of the evenings this time of year it can be difficult to manage. I hate how short the days are now. I am one of those people who is extremely sensitive to daylight (or lack thereof). I just want to eat, sleep, and grow fur (although I am pretty sure PETA would object to this.) While some people love to go outside and take in the crispness of fall I just go to the refrigerator and take in what’s in the crisper. And since I don’t actually have fur to thicken, my waistline thickens instead. Basically, autumn just makes me hungry. And SAD.

Kicking up the exercise a notch usually helps with this. But to make matters worse, there was a construction “oops” involving water pipes in the building where my gym is located. So far the gym has been closed for a month. (So have the mouths of all the parties involved in this mess. I wonder how many lawyers are going to Disney World on this one? ) I have been unduly upset about this. I had just splurged on a very expensive gym outfit as a motivational tactic to prepare for the challenge of changing the clocks back.  Now I am all dressed up with no place to go. Maybe I’ll wear it to happy hour instead. My friend Michelle (name changed to protect the guilty) told me her butt has fallen two inches as a result of not having access to her favorite exercise machines. I had not even considered my butt!  She made me realize that with the gym closed and all that I eat at this time of year I am in big trouble. So now I have been trying hard to avoid three-way mirrors. Unfortunately, this eliminates shopping, which, like exercise,  I find to be an excellent adjunct therapy  for Seasonal Affective Disorder.

I was taking out the garbage the other night and could hear the musical notes of  “Retreat”  drifting over from the navy base as they were lowering the flag for the evening. I went into shock. It wasn’t even five o’clock! I wanted to scream, “Stop,you can’t do this yet! It’s too early to be getting dark!” I had just been considering hopping on my bike to pedal over to the store for some sour cream to blob onto the giant carb laden potato I was planning to bake for dinner. The bugle made me realized I might be too late. And sour cream had sounded so soothing. Frantically I looked around. The shadows were rolling across the yard just like the fog does. I ran into the house and turned on the outdoor party lights in an attempt to chase away the fast approaching night in what seemed to me should have been late afternoon. All they provided were a few twinkles. My glorious, life sustaining  sunshine was gone.

Sadly, I groped my way into the darkened kitchen and found the light switch. I poured a (big) glass of wine, put the potato in the oven and plopped down on the couch with the remote and a big faux fur throw. I felt defeated. I had lost the day. I know my brain will adjust to this cruel trick of nature. It does every year. In the meantime I will finish off the Halloween candy. Chocolate works wonders.