Allison in Carpenteria, adapting to the SoCal lifestyle: in the sun, on a beach, in a trucker hat.
Lucky Llama Cafe in Carpenteria. I dunno, but I think its a sort of stupid name. In Spanish, ‘llama’ is pronounced “yah-ma” which means the ‘-ucky’ rhyme would actually be… “yucky.” The Llucky Llama - Yucky Yama.
101 heading south to Santa Barbara, took a pit stop at the Santa Maria In ‘n’ Out.
I’m bored as hell in the back seat of my parents’ car so I’ll photograph my burger.
Friday night in Palo Alto, no friends to hang out with, what to do? Do what I used to do: sit in a tree on the banks of the creek and read.
(two things have changed: the huddle of teenagers smoking downstream and the pitiful lack of rainwater making “stream” more a term of direction rather than description)
Walked to work this morning - straight shot down Center street. Encountered several things I usually just blur by when I’m on my bike, like the orange cone in the pot hole, and the abandoned kids’ jeep. As I passed the Tree People I said, “Good morning” to which a fellow in a pick-up replied, “It sure is, praise the Lord. Have a fine day.” Aw, Lower Bottoms…
“Archie, I want to play with Finn McMissile!”
“No! Mine! Five minutes!”
“Ok, five minutes. When the duck quacks, it’s my turn to play with Finn McMissle.”
(The 4yo and the 2yo negotiating who gets to play with the favorite toys. They moderate themselves, I just start the timer - set to the duck noise - on my iPhone.)
