Linda and I drove down to Crescent City for the weekend. Got to the Comfort Inn, and they had put us on the first floor even though we had requested the second floor, so the clerk upgraded us to a "suite."
"I think this is the Honeymoon suite..." Got a kitchen and a jet bathtub and a big kingsize bed and lots of room and the best view. Heh.
I think they gave it to us because we booked for three nights.
The kingsize bed is actually a bit of a problem. I toss and turn alot and Linda's knees jerk like a metronome. But we decided to go with it, and we did all right last night.
Linda grew up in Crescent City, so she gets the urge to come down. I like the place, too. It's got some great beaches. But Linda almost always says once we're here: "I'm disappointed in how shabby it all is. I don't remember it being this shabby..."
I took the first three books of Peter and the Starcatchers for vacation, and blew threw most of the first book last night.
This is supposed to be a "writing" vacation, in that we are going to spend a fair amount of time in our room. Linda wants to get back into her story, and I want to continue my momentum.
Don't know how much writing we'll actually do. It's gotten to be a tradition to see a movie at Crescent City each visit, so we'll be seeing Planet of the Apes. I always spend hours walking the beach, for exercise and to think. Here's where I could see having an Ipad along.
But I'll throw my laptop into my backpack and that'll work. Of course, I suppose I could take an actual paper notebook. Hah, paper.
(Weird little aside: As I write this, the laptop is nestled on -- well, you know, my lap. I feel the heat on my family jewels. And I imagine invisible rays shooting through them.... Paranoia.)
Typical coastal overcast and wind and -- cold? Yeah, about 65 at best. Not exactly the Caribbean.
The Rise of the Planet of the Apes was a perfect Saturday matinee. Lots of fun, and I was rooting for the apes all the way.
They are going to have to invent a new category of acting and call it the "Serkis Award."
Linda went into this sleeping together in a kingsize with total optimism. She woke up this morning saying that she tried to hard to keep her leg from kicking that she sprained her neck! A failed experiment, but better than buying a kingsize to find out.
Went for a walk around sunset last night on the beach. Neat thing about the beach is that you don't worry about it getting dark, you can still find your way. Breaking waves, bigger than I've seen before, and just watched them mesmerized for a long while. Want to do more of that kind of beach walking wave watching today...
Finished Peter and the Starcatchers last night, and I have to say that I only found it moderately amusing. Not enough to read the other two books. Now if anyone asks, I'll have to tell them the truth rather than just saying, "I've heard that it's really good."
Thing is, Dave Barry can make me belly laugh in his short columns, but there wasn't one major laugh in the entire book. How can that be?
(Ended up starting the second book afterall. It's a quick read.)
Linda is in love with her Ipad. She's constantly playing with it. She told me she bought a .99 cent books.
"TRAITOR!" Hey, if the bookstore owner is buying e-books, we're doomed.
Well, it turned out to be a writing vacation for Linda, I didn't write a thing. I was along for the ride.
I went off for walks on the beach, instead. I think walking a wide sandy beach at sunset is one of my new favorite things. Walking back to the car, I was facing the sunset all the way, and got there just as it was dark. (I dressed warmly, by golly: I saw a range of from swimsuits (ah, foolish youth) to full parka's....)
We drove to Brookings yesterday, and visited the little bookstore we always visit: Drove up and "Uh, Oh. It looks closed..."
We wandered in and it was being transformed into a computer store. Turns out to be the woman's son. She died, unexpectedly, at 79.
The name of the store, (I think), was Words and Pictures, with new books in front and an art gallery in back. She was an interesting lady, one of the few "thoughtful" owners I've encountered on my trips. (I'm trying to imagine still selling books 21 years from now...but that's the way to go...)
Thing is, according to the son, it was a labor of love. Some of the artwork in the gallery was hers, and she spent "hours and hours" selecting and ordering the books. She had the bookstore she wanted, which is the only kind of bookstore to have, these days.
He told me how well they had done with a liquidation; with the help of the local newspaper, and ads, they had sold the inventory for more than anyone had actually offered for the store. I wandered around the mostly empty stacks, and still found about 30 books I wanted to buy at 80% off.
It's become a tradition to eat at the Dairy Queen in Brookings, which for some reason just has the best junk food we find anywhere. Brookings is definitely more upscale than Crescent City.
I'm going to take one more beachwalk and one more jetbath before leaving, and then we'll mosey back to Bend. I'm much more of a lolly gagger than Linda; she tends to bustle about, while I laze about and say, "Hey, we don't have to leave till 11:00, what's the hurry?"
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