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19 August 2019 @ 12:26 am
Home again, home again...  
We drove back home Thursday, after 9-10 days up in Oregon. Somehow, we were back in time for the tail end of a heat wave! Oh, Sacramento--you make it SO hard to miss you...

We didn't do a lot on vacation besides visit family. My mother is in her 90s, and has very little interest in going anywhere. Most days, I got up and exercised, and then we ran errands after lunch (the grocery store, Fred Meyer's, Walmart, etc.) Sitting around the house all day makes me stir-crazy, and this is typical for our visits. My mom is only interested in going out to eat (which I usually avoid), and my dad was exactly the same way over the last 5-6 years of his life (and SO sedentary, in general). My mom has been either depressed or just tired and physically achy since he passed, which is understandable. But she has slowed down a lot this past year. I thought she was getting some energy back, but apparently not. It's sad and worrisome.

HalfshellHusband and I got away to the coast one of the days we were there. It was unexpectedly gorgeous, sunny skies and temperatures around 70o with very little wind. I walked a looong way down the beach at the water line, and then turned around and came back. SO nice. The beach itself was a mess. I thought we were witnessing the aftermath of some kind of tragic 'crab tide' disaster, with the number of (often tiny) shells lying around. But I looked it up later, and it turned out to be molting season for the male crabs, so they were all just shedding their old shells. Mostly. IDK-- some of those things didn't really look empty. :O

My souvenir from that trip was the tiniest sand dollar I've ever seen, smaller than a quarter and utterly intact apart from some chipped edges.

I didn't make it to Tryon Creek this time, unfortunately. All my walking was in Eugene, out in the open sun on the Amazon parkway and confined to the areas between major intersections. Thank goodness for podcasts! I listened to several more episodes of By The Book, reconfirming once again why Dean is America's favorite husband...

There were a lot of tempting blackberries along the parkway (sadly, I never found time to pick any) and some nice wildflowers. I finally identified the one with the beautiful blue flowers I've wondered about for so long. It's wild chicory. Look at that gorgeous color!



Now that we're back home, it's been nice to go cycling again. There were some surprising side effects Friday and Saturday. I guess it's been awhile since I took more than a week off from cycling, because I found myself battling headaches and neck pain and couldn't figure out why. But it's the weight of the helmet in that crouched position, and I used to expect that after a vacation! And dreaded it, but still... Maybe taking just 7-8 days off conserves enough muscle strength to avoid going through that readjustment? That's how the last few years have been. But 10 days was clearly too many.

What that means is that I need to get out of town more often and for longer periods of time, because if I've forgotten about that neck-pain penalty then I haven't been doing enough vacationing vs. staycationing! :O

 
 
 
digitalwave: Cat in the Box!digitalwave on August 20th, 2019 05:42 am (UTC)
I’m glad that overall it was a good trip, sweetie. 😊
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on August 20th, 2019 06:08 pm (UTC)
Me, too. Not terribly exciting (we used to get out and see more!), but visiting with my Mom was the key part, and we did quite a bit of that. :)
cindytsuki_no_bara on August 20th, 2019 11:45 pm (UTC)
the wild chicory's really pretty, and the beach side trip sounds so nice! altho i'm imagining the beach being littered with empty crab shells and that's kind of creepy. altho and on the other hand, crab is delicious.

anyway. it's good you saw your mom. :D and got to see the coast.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Haihalfshellvenus on August 21st, 2019 12:04 am (UTC)
I think the crab shells probably aren't always as prevalent as where we were? There were shallow 'trenches' in parts of that beach because of the wave patterns, and the shells tended to collect in some of those areas where water gets stranded when the tide goes out.

Still-- I thought some sort of massive crab die-off had occurred (that's what I Googled later), and I had this vision of seagulls attacking in a frenzy and ripping the crabs apart. SO glad that wasn't actually the case. But it sure looked like carnage. :O

It was very nice to get to the coast, though. It's often foggy there, even in the summer, and the wind can be epic. But not that day! :D
Muriellemurielle on August 21st, 2019 02:17 am (UTC)
Welcome home to LJ! Great to see you again.

A walk along the beach: heaven! Ah, those messy male crabs. You'd think they would at least pick up their shells and put them in the laundry basket. :-)

I bet new kitty is overjoyed to have you home. <3
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphorshalfshellvenus on August 22nd, 2019 07:41 am (UTC)
I love walking along the beach-- I could do it for hours! No idea why, it's just very restful.

I was expecting lots of snuggles from new kitty when we got back, but instead we had HOURS of psycho-kitty escapades before everyone else went to bed and the cat settled down enough to sit on my lap several times. Wow. :O
Muriellemurielle on August 22nd, 2019 11:54 am (UTC)
"...HOURS of psycho-kitty escapades before everyone else went to bed and the cat settled down enough to sit on my lap several times. Wow. :O"

A little acting out, maybe? That'll teach you to leave me all alone. ;-)