Our Casa
I am enjoying being on the central coast of California for this mild beginning of winter, even though we have set a few new record low temperatures for early December, dropping to 30 degrees or less for a number of nights. The days begin crisp, but sunny, and ramble up to the low 60’s which makes golfing a bit more enjoyable than what is typical for this time of year on the Oregon coast. Still, I am a bit bored and will need to find more to do than just golf if I am to keep sanity within hailing distance.
There are of course many holiday parties and related outings to attend, but these are tests of memory as we try to remember the names of the hundred or more people we have met in the last month. And they challenge the willpower involved in keeping the fork away from the mouth too frequently, or with such rapid movement and frequency that I would need to move to an all elastic wardrobe. I am finding new friends but still miss the Florence gang and the close connection we all have. There is a certain additional camaraderie there in Florence as we all survive storms of significant enough magnitude that if they occurred on the East coast they would paralyze the nation and be the subject endless news reporting.
I miss Oregon and all of my stuff that will not fit in the Casa Sur, especially the garage space and my coffee roaster. The houses both in Florence and Nipomo are pretty much Julie’s space, with small carved out corners for myself, so the garage has always been sort of like my registered mineral claim with the BLM. (Julie just might take exception to this as my 50 inch television looms large above the fireplace) And I miss the outright ruggedness of Oregon. California seems so controlled, sort of antiseptic compared to the Pacific Northwest. Without changing latitudes I do not know how to get both sunny skies and the outdoorsyness of Oregon.
