The night before, forestcats
brought me my gift (it was nearly midnight, give her credit for waiting so long). I opened it, and it was a very sweet and romantic book, short and filled with interesting artwork. We hugged, and I read it with her.
In the morning, I got the typical phone calls from my sister Laurel, the artist, in which she sang Happy Birthday
, followed later by a call from my Father, who always sings the more curious Hippo Birdies Two Ewes
. We are an odd bunch. Much later, my sister Andi, the lawyer returned my call and also gave me said greetings. Mom got her two cents in when Dad called.
Finally, late in the morning, forestcats
and I loaded up in her truck and headed down to Laguna Beach. We've been there before, for the Pagaent of the Masters, but there's aspects of the town we've never seen, and I thought a quiet day wandering would fit me to a 'T'. So, once we worked our way down the canyon, we stopped at the Marine Mammal rescue center, next to their Humane Society. The seals and sea lions were cute, and there was a "Terrible Dactyl" standing on the fence (a heron who snags the leftover fish). The staff there named the bird "Gracie", which is amusing, as we have a niece with the same name...
After that, we parked in what was for us a new section of the town. We wandered through several art galleries, ate at a competent but not excellent Mexican restaurant overlooking the ocean, and then were disappointed because the art museum is mostly closed. Apparently, they are changing most of the galleries all at once. Too bad.
Back through a few more galleries, and then we climbed down the cliff staircase to the tidepools to gaze out to sea. Beautiful.
Back to the truck, and off to The Block in Orange. We stopped at Borders, where I used up the gift card given me by Liz and axelicious
and then some, and forestcats
picked out a magazine, and napped off the effects of her pina colada. Wandered a bit, and saw Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
in a much better quality theater. Still like it.
Then we ate at Koji's. Don't. Old shrimp, poor quality seaweed, lousy service. Ick.
Home, read a little, fell asleep. Great day.
Happy postbirthday, O, me!