This day is not like that other day
Mar. 13th, 2010 08:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceLife is unfair. This is a lesson that the world has always been trying to teach me, and yet it's freshly surprising every time. Every day.
Yesterday's exemplar? I ought to be spending a month every spring in Santa Barbara, staying in a nice little hotel and watching the sun go down over the Pacific and eating seafudz and writing and failing to photograph pelicans. I just should. It is what I was born for. And yet, and yet...
So the morning was as lovely as the evening before, and we went for a walk and found a boardwalk! wharf and walked along it, and played the Game of Chaz and Pelican again only this time Mark spotted them sitting on a restaurant roof so I probably do have photos, only they were static and not on the wing and so it doesn't count.
Then into the car and north and north, and we drove out of the fall of sunlight and into the fall of rain and we all wanted to turn back and wouldn't let ourselves. Ruthless, we were. Stopped in Monterey in a rainstorm and were criminals, stealing the shelter of the aquarium for an hour (confessio: we went to pay and she said "we close in an hour" and we said "can we have a discount?" and she said "five bucks" which wasn't much off thirty, so we said "never mind, we'll just go out into the rain again" and honestly meant to do that, but we walked away from the counter and somehow found ourselves inside the aquarium anyway, so we just sort of stayed).
And went north and north, and came to San Francisco; and Cynthia Sat-Nav guided us to the Witchnest despite my idiotic attempts to sabotage her with the wrong data, and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
calendula_witch took us in and fed us wine and coffee. And then Mark and Helen went off in search of their hotel, I bade a fond farewell to Cynthia and may possibly have drowned the sorrows of separation in more wine.
And this morning? I woke up in an apartment in San Francisco, and the sky is clear blue and the world is full of sunlight, and we are going for a walk. Life is unfair, as I told you, for I am here and some of my friends are not; but sometimes I just come down on the lucky side.
Yesterday's exemplar? I ought to be spending a month every spring in Santa Barbara, staying in a nice little hotel and watching the sun go down over the Pacific and eating seafudz and writing and failing to photograph pelicans. I just should. It is what I was born for. And yet, and yet...
So the morning was as lovely as the evening before, and we went for a walk and found a boardwalk! wharf and walked along it, and played the Game of Chaz and Pelican again only this time Mark spotted them sitting on a restaurant roof so I probably do have photos, only they were static and not on the wing and so it doesn't count.
Then into the car and north and north, and we drove out of the fall of sunlight and into the fall of rain and we all wanted to turn back and wouldn't let ourselves. Ruthless, we were. Stopped in Monterey in a rainstorm and were criminals, stealing the shelter of the aquarium for an hour (confessio: we went to pay and she said "we close in an hour" and we said "can we have a discount?" and she said "five bucks" which wasn't much off thirty, so we said "never mind, we'll just go out into the rain again" and honestly meant to do that, but we walked away from the counter and somehow found ourselves inside the aquarium anyway, so we just sort of stayed).
And went north and north, and came to San Francisco; and Cynthia Sat-Nav guided us to the Witchnest despite my idiotic attempts to sabotage her with the wrong data, and
calendula_witch took us in and fed us wine and coffee. And then Mark and Helen went off in search of their hotel, I bade a fond farewell to Cynthia and may possibly have drowned the sorrows of separation in more wine.And this morning? I woke up in an apartment in San Francisco, and the sky is clear blue and the world is full of sunlight, and we are going for a walk. Life is unfair, as I told you, for I am here and some of my friends are not; but sometimes I just come down on the lucky side.