I've Seen Sunny Days That I Thought Would Never End

Bill writes: After 417 straight days of rain (after which Noah would have said, "Screw this, I'm moving to Reno), there was finally a break in the weather on Monday. Since Aline has to report to work Wednesday, I let her pick where we should go (sort of like the condemned's last meal). So we climbed down off the roof, loaded up the Beetle, and headed down to Capitola. Now this is how California is supposed to look.



After a few hours of laying face up on the beach, we needed a change, so we drove down to Santa Cruz to lay face down on the beach, and then tried our luck at not losing lunch on the Giant Dipper.



Today, the weather was equally nice. We had to bring Grommet up to RadioCat in San Mateo for his radioactive iodine treatment and three days of isolation until his litterbox stops glowing.

After dropping him off at the kitty linear accelerator, we crossed over into Half Moon Bay for another lunch picnic at another beach and to put the finishing touches on my Mister Lobsterface(R) sunburn. (I didn't have much use for sunscreen the past year, and sorta kinda forgot one's face turns into cheddar cheese sandwich filling in the California sunshine.) Everyone was out, including horses big.



And horses small.



We had the requisite wonderful California beach time, and six hours later wended ("wendt?") our weary way home.