Coffee may have just saved my life. It may have also permanently damaged my ability to sleep.
I dreamt last night that there was a secret beach in Redondo just South of the pier that had uncrowded waves, sweet little houses, secret eateries, cute people and FREE PARKING.
feature, Hermosa Beach - Brett Doherty and Kevin Michaels - the new proprietors of the Mermaid stand infront of the bar while construction is in progress. Photo by Chelsea Schreibe
Thankful for the Easy Reader for keeping me informed about the important things in life.
Jesse. Amy. Zoe. Nicky. Foodtrucks in the park. Portland. September 2013.
Redondo: flat. Hermosa: flat. Manhattan: practically flat. Checking the South Bay spots this morning, choose the high school surf team infested waters of the Manhattan Beach pier. I honestly just needed to get the knots out of my hair before work. Once 0 period was over, I was left alone with a few 1 foot waves (I believe the technical term is “ripple”). Even if it was on the small side, it was a beautifully sunny morning with sparkling clear air. A man from the pier overhead looked down at me and asked if he could take a picture, “It’s for my grandkids stuck in the snow.” Even though I love to complain when it is flat, it is so nice to call this place my home.
It is getting cold…then I remember Winter is coming.
Redondo Breakwall nonsense.
Help! It is dark at 5:30. Everyone loves “Fall Back” because you get extra hours of sleep. I loose sleep over the fact that we are loosing hundreds of hours of sunlight for the next half of the year. Oh, well. Winter here we come.