Sunset on the Season

I thought "A Year Near the Water" meant just that.  However, the landlord put the "For Sale" sign up

and got a cash buyer.  It sucks, but I'm out in 11 months.  One shy, of my plan. 

What did I learn?  To start with the ocean is beautiful, powerful and untamable.  Those fortunate few

water men who become one with her are in a different class than me.  I wish it wasn't so, but each time I enter, it is with a certain trepidation and awe.  There is not the sense of freedom that I so want, but one of restriction.  Like life, I constantly fight against the tide, when I know the only smooth sailing is going with the current.  Why can I not for once just let go?  Too late now.

Is there a book in this year?  Will it change me as a person?    Can I sleep without the sound of the

surf?

Time will tell, but for now the sun has set on my Year Near the Water.

2 Miles Inland

Everyone once in awhile the mainland competes with the ocean.  Today was one of those occasions.  After having endured temperatures in the 50's and 60's for the past few weeks, today hit a high of 70.  I took advantage of it and went off for a trail run over my lunch hour.

Low and behold a young bobcat had the same idea.  Los Penasquitos Canyon is home to many mammals, but it's rare to see anything other than rabbits and an occasional deer sighting.  Yet, as I rounded a turn, there he was, just padding along the trail towards me.  We started about 50 yards apart and closed to 25 yards before he decided to escape into the brush. 

How lucky am I to have the ability to run and to be in yet unspoiled areas where wonderful events like today can happen.  Below is not my picture, but it was the best example of what he looked like.

Tired of the Pursuit

Woke up a little hung over this morning.  Not quite certain why.  Well actually that's not true, but not quite certain why I drank so much.  How can a person have everything and yet not be happy?  It just doesn't make sense to me. 

So in our pursuit of happiness we end up unhappy?  Is that possible, or is it just that I am so fortunate that my happiness has become mundane and I am looking for higher and higher highs?  It certainly makes one wonder.  Thank God its Friday, and I don't have to think about it again until Monday!

Contemplating a move

Well it is the first of the year, and with all firsts change is considered.  Having spent the last 9 months waking each morning to the view of the Pacific one wonders if living quarters could be much better.

The answer I find is "Yes".  Like all capitalistic, materialistic, spoiled Americans it seems that I need an even better view.  Not to mention the stairway leading to the ocean has been closed and I am now forced to walk a block and a half to dip my toes in the ocean. 

So you see I really haven't learned a thing.  Longing for bigger and better, that will make my world right, correct?  The beauty of writing is that it is even more honest than a mirror's reflection.  Maybe I will stay set.  I know I should, but I doubt that I will.