catch and release
This is Kirby Cove I keep prattling on and on about but never showing a good view of. I took this picture from a hillside above the west end of the beach, you’re looking east toward San Francisco and the barely-visible Bay Bridge. I could get used to living by the ocean, the surf is amazing. The only downside: Being in the water is certain death. Meanwhile, the average person can enter the safer places of Puget Sound with a kayak and live to tell about it and have great adventures their grandchildren will pass down to their grandchildren. In less than a month, we’ll have our first kayak! It’s probably good timing because at the rate it’s snowing in the Cascades and Olympics it’ll be October before the first avalanche lily pokes out of the melting ice. It snowed in Seattle on Wednesday.
In the picture above, you can see the famous kirby cove treasure chest. It’s haunted. If anyone tries to open it, a hundred hermit crabs come skittering out and they tickle you with their pincers and you laugh yourself to death by asphyxiation. Isn’t it the worst feeling in the world when someone tickles you so much you feel like you’re going to suffocate? I wish we could have hung out by the treasure chest more (to look at, not to open) but I was afraid of being hooked, lined and sinkered into the ocean. The fishermen were nice, though.
I’m hooked on My Morning Jacket’s It Still Moves right now. I hadn’t listened to that album in years. Adam likes me to play Mahgeeta or One Big Holiday in the car on the way home from preschool while he’s drinking his chocolate milk. During it, he pretends his three friends who are lasers (Jake, Robert and Ava) are bishing and bashing a trash compacter.