Well, hello!
Nor Cal 2014-Medium 2 from Tacy Cauthron on Vimeo.
How have you all been? We just got back from our vacation late last night, and I've been looking forward all day to sitting down and writing about it. Not because it was extraordinarily exciting- I mean, it was great fun- but mostly because I'm needing a break from the laundry slave chains. We camped for the last four nights and the laundry is horrendous. Writing is a welcome distraction.
(I just realized that I always use this blog to fish for pity about laundry. How dull. I vow to stop.)
Anyhow.
Our vacation. It was fun. It coincided with our wedding anniversary, and while Mr. C and I usually celebrate our anniversary sans kids, this year we took them along for a beach vacation that started off in San Fransisco. We also camped in Gualala and Santa Cruz, but I'll leave that for another post. Tonight I'll just share a few thoughts that I collected while touting out and about the hilly streets of San Fran.
First, I was proud to realize that 9 years of marriage means that I am now able to read Mr. C's thoughts. This realization came to me in the car when, after almost plowing through a full cannister of salted peanuts, I proclaimed to him, "Please stop me from eating any more of these!" and just from looking at him, I could see on his face that he was employing his imagination in all the ways that he could physically stop me from eating the rest of the peanuts. Before I could stop him, he had reached over with a sly smile and pinched my nostrils together. Try laughing with a mouthful of peanuts and a blocked airway. It's painful.
Second, I read Tina Fey's Bossypants over vacation and now I have this ongoing scenario in my head where we're best friends. I have imaginary conversations with her about all kinds of things (No surprise that she's deeply sympathetic to my laundry situation.)
In case you're worried about me, don't. I do this with all the authors I like. Anne Lamott and Mark Twain are in my circle of friends too. Someday I'll throw a dinner party.
Third, we had a delicious anniversary dinner with the kids in tow at The Stinky Rose, which is a garlic restaurant. I was excited to go there because I had imagined this wonderful, warm family dinner in which we all sit calmly and bask in the love that these nine years have accumulated. Alas, in this scenario, I had forgotten that J and Roo aren't quite at the age where they are easy and enjoyable in a restaurant. They still require lots of reminders and distractions. Here's an unattractive photo that Mr. C took of me at dinner- finger wagging around, mouth open mid-sentence, and I'm probably nagging someone about being careful not to spill their water glass.
The look on Roo's face says it all: "This woman doesn't stop."
That's okay. I had fun with them anyways, even if they probably will forever remember me this way:
Finally, Mr. C and I had both lived up in Sonoma County (before we even knew each other), so we had spent a considerable amount of time in San Francisco. We had the same thoughts about Northern California: it's a beautiful place, but we didn't like living there. Mr. C blames it on what he calls the "hippie residue". I just blame it on my aversion to vegetarians with too much hunter green and brown in their wardrobe. Either way, this time in San Francisco, we really enjoyed the city. We did all the touristy things, which strangely, we never did when we lived around there. We took a boat out into the bay, we went to the Exploratorium, Golden Gate Park, and the Palace of Fine Arts. We walked through China Town and around North Beach. The kids were great, we were great, everything was great. Mr. C took some amazing pictures- like, AMAZING pictures. Even better than usual. So, I'll leave you tonight with an ultimate "mom" souvenir. Some moms scrapbook, some moms keep journals, I myself enjoy a good picture slideshow set to some cheesy music.
And that is what I have for you here tonight. Enjoy!
Nor Cal 2014-Medium 2 from Tacy Cauthron on Vimeo.
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