in the words of martha & the vandella’s, it was a heat wave!
hh, the beast and i took to the streets to keep cool and soak in the seaside life.
i love many things about my street: the big trees, the wide blocks, the whites pickets, but even after 12 years of residency, i still gallop giddy over the front door, ocean view.
we took our favorite loop with the beast: a jaunt down to pacific coast highway to see what newport’s fanciest were up to.
we never quite make it passed our A market without a stop for “provisions”.
we capped off a sunday dinner down at the sand.
louie the crab.
a hot august night indeed.
and just like that it was gone: today we woke to a thick, fog bank so heavy our neighbor’s front door has disappeared.
share with me the snapshots of your weekend m’loves? you know how much i adore hearing from you.
I love where you live.
I was stuck in blistering, blazing, smoggy, sweat-inducing los feliz moving! One more day of schlepping and I will be back in Laguna in time for the good weather that starts every Sept. 1…can't wait. Your view is lovely btw!
xo Mary Jo
god it was so hot in the valley. 112 at 6pm on sat. Georgie got to stay indoors, but I had to go to my brothers house a few times to hose down his lab winston. who thought we were playing a game. and would run away.
just caught up on about eleven posts. not really. four i've missed. and missed i did.
your writing is like a calm breeze. i think that sounds lame, but i mean the world.
You are very, very, very fortunate. And I love Prissy.