annanotbob's Diaryland Diary
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Sweet child of mine
I just love being here in Santa Rosa. It is SO mellow, you wouldn't believe it. We're mainly just mooching about, with me asking Boxx a million questions about everything which she answers very patiently. I'm amazed at the number of differences between here and the UK - tiny things which add up to a whole different life.
Yesterday, while she was at work I thought I'd walk into town. That raised a laugh when I asked for directions at the store - it's about ten miles away.
Later we drove to Sebastopol which is just gorgeous. Beautiful wooden houses with plants and ornaments on the porches - my kind of place. I shall try and take some pics tomorrow, instead of just gawping. There are a lot of these sculptures made from recycled objects:
We ate at Chevey's - a pretty cool, enormous Mexican restaurant (you have to excuse my stupid camera face):
Today we were meant to go to yoga at ten, but I slept right through till ten thirty - after being in bed by ten the night before - whatever else I may be, I have always been a champion sleeper. Instead we collected Boxx's daughter and granddaughter - both gorgeous, smily girls - and trawled the charity shops. Poor Sid dog had to stay behind:
I became a bit downhearted as I'd imagined lots of groovy clothes cast off by fat American women, but I've decided they are either a propaganda myth, or they stay at home. They don't seem to donate clothes. I found some dresses I'd have killed for, but all for midgety, stick-insect types, not substantial bodies like mine. Then at the very last place I struck gold:
We had ice-creams at Screamin' Mimis:
Then came home to a quiet evening watching telly. Mr Boxx has a very dry humour and makes great comments on silly shows.
I liked a couple of signs:
Tomorrow I am going to wake up early and be ready to go to The City (SF), which I am very excited about. Not sure what we're doing yet as there are many plans and people, some of whom have clear ideas and time schedules and some of whom are as vague as you like.
I'm hoping to meet Stephanie, possibly at MOMA, as I'm too much of an old crock for walking in the sunshine up and down hills.
Grateful for: this pirvileged life I lead; Boxx and Mr Boxx and their delightful hospitality; new experiences every hour; nice emails from home; no sign of any anxiety still (touch wood and all that)
Sweet dreams dear friends, sweet dreams
|5:47 a.m. - 05/04/2009
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