Saturday Kind of Feeling

Today David and I took a drive up the coast and we stopped in Carpinteria. The day use beach we found was really packed but we walked along the shoreline and enjoyed our stroll. D even heard someone talk about spotting a whale off the coast. We continued on to Carpinteria Bluffs. It's a place Aaron took us to a few years ago and I wasn't too sure we were going to find it but we did.
We weren't able to find anything in the tide pools but the beach was empty and we sat there and watched the water for a time. I miss the ocean. Something about it really seems to balance me. I know that sounds like goofy new age stuff, but it does. I could sit and watch the water for hours. Of course I say that but at a beach, I tend to be the person that doesn't stop moving. In theory I am enjoying the water but in reality I think I am perpetrating a strange criminal act in standing still. It must be a control thing.

D told me this story about this town that sits below the mountains and all the real estate is cheap because the mountains landslide once every so many years. I saw it as we drove by and it's not much to look at. I wonder if you are so desperate to own why you wouldn't invest more sagely. Maybe some people are just risk takers. It made me feel sad. It seems like a hopeless cycle.

We listened to New Moon on audiobook for the car ride and it made me remember how much I love the chapters from Visitor on. We got from Visitor to The Truth in our travels and it just made me want to read the book. I think tonight I will read from Volterra to the end and see if it doesn't settle me some. I love the part where they are in the sewers and Edward is drawing her near and touching her face. It is such a quiet devotional act. And then I love The Truth so much. There is not a sentence in the entire chapter that I would have rewritten. I'm a silly romantic at heart. I love when they love and I ... well I was going to say, hate when they hurt, but I love well Bella hurts. It makes up for all the times she's stupid and I'm wondering what Edward sees in her.

I am on page 678 of A Sweet Far Thing and I am having a problem reading farther. I know what happens to one character in the end and I don't want it to happen so I am resistant to reading further in the book. It's childish and silly but very much a real reaction. It doesn't help that Bray writes imbuing each sentence with such tension that I feel rung out at the end of each chapter. It is not the sweet forget-me-not writing of Stephenie Meyer, it's rather angsty and bittersweet. I mean Meyer writes a love story of a vampire and girl and she thinks they are star-crossed. Bray can one up her and write of a 16 year old British sorceress and an Indian man, who is educated and alone, who are in a situation where they may have feelings for each other but they won't be accepted anywhere. Not to mention everyone wants the magic of the realms and Gemma doesn't know who she can trust. Bella and Edward have it easy.

How did I get so far off of my Saturday musings? So at the bluffs we went to the tide pools and saw nothing and we walked up to the view point to see the seals. We were a ways a way so I couldn't get any individual pictures but I did take a few shots of what was there. The seals were fairly entertaining. I like them. Maybe one weekend D and I will take the time to go up to Cambria and San Simeon. They have some lovely barking fish up there.

And lastly, and only Heather and David will get the significance of this photo, but a silver S60 Volvo.