i’ve lived in san francisco for 13 years now. so really, i should be prepared.
i should be understanding.
and yet, although it may be totally preposterous, and it may cinch the deal on me being a megalomaniac, i find myself completely insulted come june in this city. just when everyone else IN THE ENTIRE NORTHERN HEMISPHERE is fretting over swim suit options and broken air conditioners, what do i find myself contending with?
fog. muffereffing dangnabbit FOG. not cute-and-wispy fog. not romantic-evening-on-the-lake fog. like total-cloud-cover-what-the-heck-it’s-not-RAINING-is-it?-this-reminds-me-of-some-steven-king-story-and-whatever-shred-of-good-attitude-i-was-cultivating-is-gone-because-seasonal affective disorder-has-set-in-again-for-the-SECOND-time-this-year-and-WHO-do-i-file-a-complaint-with-because-the-magic-weather-man-sure-isn’t-listening-because-otherwise-i-would-be-wearing-a-tank-top-instead-of-a-turtleneck-and-every-once-in-a-while-wouldn’t-be-so-bad-but-i-know-i-won’t-be-breaking-a-sweat-until-august-and…
so, middle fingers raised in salute, we packed up our gear and our kid and our dog and left the ice burg for warmer climes.
shasta county and my home town was slated for the first 100 degree plus weather of the season. bring it on.
first stop, whiskeytown lake. fern went swimming for the first time.
you can see leo in the background. leo’s version of swimming is to stand in the water up to his chest and slurp.
saturday was spent yard sale-ing and visiting with my aunt and uncle. i found some real treasures, that i will share with you at a later date.
sunday was much anticipated and set aside for visiting the place i call my sacred center. hot springs, river, wilderness and magic.
a wet spring meant that there were more native wildflowers growing than i had ever seen before. i have yet to identify most of them. identified them!
a wet spring also means heavy snow pack on the surrounding mountains, and swollen beds with the runoff. come august i will spend half my time in the river, but right now it was perfect for jumping in and then jumping out, shrieking.
we used my parent’s empty house as base camp. it provided much needed down time, for sitting in grass, playing in sprinklers, petting toads and drinking beer. it also provided one of the weirder moments in my life as a parent so far.
sunday night, we put fern to bed (late, since she was over-stimulated and over-tired.), setting her down in the middle of our mattress in my childhood room. now, i should preface this by saying that we have the Incredible Non-Kinetic Baby. she isn’t crawling or walking yet, rarely rolls over unless we force her onto her stomach, and sleeps like a bump on a log. unless you breathe on her, or make so much as a squeak, and then she’s wide awake. after she went to sleep, we spent a few hours eating dinner, playing games, and generally unwinding. then we got ready for bed.
as i was brushing my teeth, jeff went into the room to check on her.
and she wasn’t on the bed.
nor was she on either side of the bed. jeff, trying to keep it cool, mused over possible explanations in what probably took a nano-second. maybe i had moved her? to another…room…when he wasn’t…looking….?
panic growing, he began searching under the pillows behind the bed, and then got on his stomach and felt around the sides of the bed. there was no sign of her, and then his fingers touched the top of her head.
she was under the bed. head facing in the opposite direction of the way he had put her down.
she was also still asleep.
jeff pulled her out and she woke up with a complain. after a very shaken mommy and daddy checked her for bruises and/ or signs of foul play or spider bites, it was determined that she was perfectly fine.
she remains perfectly fine. i, on the other hand, awoke at 4am to disturbing memories of the movie “poltergeist” and “paranormal activity”. i am so not prepared to tie a rope around my waist and walk into the underworld looking for my abducted daughter, only to emerge from the ceiling covered in orange jello. (if you don’t get that reference you are seriously under-educated in horror cinema. you also probably sleep better.)
all i can say is this confirms any lingering doubt as to the existence of monsters under my bed. i think we probably rescued her in the nick of time, right before she was eaten.
ok, ok! shake it off! here’s a picture of a cute kid and a dog!
i hope you all had a good pride weekend, and do tell me about your july fourth plans. please. i need something else to think about during my creep-induced insomnia.