stories

last night i drank funky drinks and made sausage & peppers. love being around my niece and nephew. they're having their teenhood like i did long ago. the cycle of life. want to go to the huntington libabry but when i get there, unless i'm taking pics or reading a book i can't think of what to do. sitting here in my backyard with the flowers & dogs running around - more peaceful. no drive home, no hot car, no one place to another. time is my enemy and my friend. tanner is chewing on a stick and crunching it - holding it with his paw so it won't get away. there's always a schedule. last weekend i had one of those i don't need to be anywhere by any time type of days. like at the beachhouse. those are my favorites. telling a story on the screen reading a book that tells a story to me. stories. where would our lives be without them. how many things can tell a story. a musician tells a story with his song, composer with his note placement, tree with it's roots and branches. every grey hair tells what we've survived. i'd like to tell a story too. about finding treasure. the night before with good friends, laughing at movies and funny times, creating more funny times out of nothing. someone says something and i just lose it like when i was a teenager and my stomach would hurt from laughing. that doesn't happen very often to me, but with these folks it's easy and i feel like i can do anything at all. up at the crack of dawn and the hunt begins. nothing more amazing than being at the beach when the sun is just coming up. it's a whole different light and space. before the mobs, before the heat. i could do with a few less sandcrabs but otherwise the perfect setting. need to re-charge soon, have to call the girls & see when the next adventure will be.