I probably should have forewarned my body and mind what I planned to do to them the first two weeks of March. On Tuesday I flew from Iowa to California, springing ahead two hours. I have not yet adjusted to that change; I was awake this morning before 3:00. The end of next week, I will fly back and turn my body clock back two hours. Two days later, we will spring ahead an hour again as we switch to daylight savings time. I'm probably too old for this.
Anyway, here I am basking in sunny California--although yesterday it was only a few degrees warmer than it was in southeast Iowa. I am visiting my friend Joanie in Ventura. Joanie and I go way back. We lived together in a rooming house during my junior year in college and have maintained contact ever since. They lived in Burlington, and our husbands became fast friends, both golfers and private pilots. Our kids were similar ages, and through the years we exchanged visits, recipes, book recommendations, child raising tips, grandparenting experiences, knitting patterns, and redecorating ideas. My son Pat met his wife Jill at Joanie's son Nate's wedding to Jill's sister, so now we are friends-in-law. She lost her husband George in 1991, so after Butch died, we exchanged visits a lot during the pandemic. Several years ago she bought a second home in a mobile home park to be near a couple of her kids and insisted this year that I come for a visit. We drink a lot of coffee, a glass or two of wine, and never run out of things to talk about. It's one of those friendships that all of the money in the world can't buy.
So here we are, having a great time. Yesterday we went for a long walk in a lovely nearby park and then headed out to explore. We stopped at the visitor's center for the Channel Islands National Park and enjoyed the displays there. We walked out on the Ventura pier and had fish tacos for lunch. A visit to a craft store nabbed us a couple of items we needed for a beading project we're working on. All in all, a great day and more plans for today. Fortunately, none of those plans require that we actually know what time it is.
Some random thoughts about writing, camping, and eating.