I really tried to channel my mom last night, but she must have been busy. My daughter and I took a stab at sewing. I am now hyperventilating.
October is finally here and the weather has begun to change ever so slightly. This is my favorite month of the year. The Santa Ana winds come now, blowing back great plumes of offshore spray as they course up the faces of late summer swells creating giant arching rainbows of seawater.
I think we can relax now and slip back into our usual trip down denial. It’s the end of National Preparedness Month.
If you ever need to pare life down to the basics, come hang out with some early kindergartners.
I had a small disagreement with the ocean this summer. It was mortifying and frightening and rather educational. The bottom line is, I really don’t want to die in an embarrassing, foolish, shoulda-known-better way. Who does?
Jean Gillette is on vacation this week. Here is a reprise of one of her favorite past columns
I woke up this morning horrified and amused to realize I was no better than a truant teen-age surfer.