November 20, 1015

Not gonna lie: last night sucked.  I was cold, then I’d remember what happened, then sirens, then other noises, then I’d be cold again, remember what happened…ad infinitum.  Somehow, however, waking up in Ocean Beach made it better, with that San Francisco magic.  The kids were better, too – Mags had slept well and I knew though  Ethan was still down (we feed off each other) he was on his way up.  We dressed, I texted the lady with the stolen purse and off we went, with our mega-European luggage for our little one-night stay.  

We headed to Java Beach and we ordered breakfast – to go, so we could enjoy it on the beach.  Once we were properly seated on the sand dunes, we were surrounded by a flock of seagulls (I sang…).  The kids adopted one and named him Jeff.  He had brown coloring to him and had quite a smooth personality.  There was another bastard unnamed gull who kept bullying Jeff, but Jeff always managed to catch the food and escape the wrath of unnamed bastard gull.  It was a great morning.  We headed home, planning what we would do...

...which included eating quickly (them) and heading immediately to storage.  We had stopped by L’s house to pick up the dually, but there were no keys, so we’d get that later.  Naturally as soon as we were heading to storage we got the text that keys were in the dually.  And of course I had left my purse in the dually (with cash for fuel for the bus).  We grabbed a load, brought it to the new house, then picked up the dually.    This was going to make things much quicker.  The dually held so much more that we knew we could finished up tonight and focus on the house tomorrow.  In between here I received a text from the woman who was so thrilled to have gotten her purse back.  That made it worth it.    Back and forth a few times…and storage was almost empty.  We have a few more boxes, which we will easily get tomorrow.

The problem which has not left me in the last few days is keys.  I keep misplacing them (along with wallets or whatnot).  I exaggerate not when I say I misplaced keys at least 3-4 time today, which resulted in wasted time as we looked for them and they were always “right there” (I know, I know, why not look “right there” first?  Trust me, I do, but seem to gloss over them each time).

 

Ethan and I grabbed the last load (Mags was tired) and I must say – this kid is turning into a man right before my eyes.  He is opening up to me – sharing personal feelings (nothing like that, but rather his thoughts and ideals).  These last 24 hours have been one hell of a ride: we were on our way to Europe, ended up at a beach, walking under the moonlight and seeing shells.  This morning we sat with seagulls and now here we are in Placerville again.  It has been surreal.

 Pictures: Brother and sister look at the Judah tram; Jeff the Seagull; "my" new Japanese Maple smiled at me in the moonlight and welcomed me home; All my current keys.