I would like to take a walk. They say scorpio is a water sign. I’ve no idea what that means. “They” say alot of things. But I do enjoy being near the ocean. I doubt this is proof that scorpio is a water sign because I find it hard to believe the other signs wouldn’t like being near the ocean as well. I’m on the cusp of Sagittarius. Cusp. That means I was born on the last day of scorpio…just a few measly hours from my life being predetermined by Sag instead of the scorpion king. Sagittarius is a fire sign. And although I do love the fire, I don’t like the ocean any less because of it. Speaking of fire…
Thanksgiving morning we loaded the creature into the car-seat and journeyed to Calabasas where we broke Turkey with the Lorey clan. That night we built a fire…well Dean did. Last summer they built a fireplace near their pool. And yeah, I like fire. Guess there must be some truth to that whole zodiac thing. Or not. But give me a fire and the ocean and I’m happy. Build me a fire on the beach and I may well climax. However, that ain’t about to happen as it is currently raining in Pacific Grove. And although the Bugaboo comes equipped with ample rain protection gear, Mel and I, sadly, do not. So in a bid to procrastinate from writing for money I am instead writing for posterity.
The turkey was tasty and loaded with triptamakeyousleep thus when young Izzie Rain later took part in the boob, it knocked her out quite completely.
Having missed our big-to-do baby-shower in Kentucky our friends have been tossing us small showers spread across the great overly priced state of California and the Lorey clan was no exception. Christopher and Jules took a timeout from their assorted spy missions while Dean’s Father took over watch duty on the creature and we had us a shower.
Thus we see Mel holding the Izzie Rain shower cake just before she tore into a pile of presents.
We ended the evening near the fire. With wine. I was literally falling asleep on my feet. I only had an hour the night before and I can’t recall why. I was writing most likely. Something that was brilliant I expect and as a result will never sell.
Izzie was cradled and fast asleep. Wearing a Santa hat sent by the Handmans.
And Alex glowed in the light of the embers.
We crashed at the Loreys that night and the following morning Dean and Mel prepared a breakfast of pancakes and turkey bacon.
It’s supposed to rain tomorrow too. I always loved rain. Never at all minded just walking in it without an umbrella. In fact, we gave the title to our first born. Of course, I never had access to a massive body of water before. But then, Izzie Ocean sounds silly.
After we were stuffed on sweet bread and bird we said our goodbyes.
I thought this was a wonderfully sweet photo…
…which was totally defiled once me and mini-me jumped in.
It was a long drive back to PG, made less painful by Jim Dale’s reading of the “Order of the Phoenix”. Once back we made up for our lost walks. Friday we jogged by the ocean. Saturday we walked there with Elliot. Today, we are shut ins due to the rain. Guess I get some writing done. Or maybe I’ll just Warcraft some. Sweet dreams.
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