Blue Friday

Ready to go to yoga - it's cold out!

I call it blue Friday because the sky was so incredibly blue all day – still cold, but just lovely. Dave ad I were up and out early (me by foot, him by car) to Christen’s annual after-Thanksgiving yoga class. This class focuses on twists, and we both got a good workout and also enjoyed how good a teacher

she is when she’s not in her automaton “I teach this same class over and over” mode. She would start each pose simply, then gradually add complexity and intensity until one side of you was going one way and the other side the other way – I swear at one point I turned my head all the way around like an owl.

Dave went home  after class to change, but I took my cool-santa-with-sunglasses leggings vibe out into Mimosa Madness. I found a couple of tops and pleated metallic skirt at Josephine’s (just downstairs from yoga – how convenient!) that I am very pleased with, as well as visiting many other of my favorite places. Everybody else walked into town at various times and we met at Bill’s for lunch (of course!). The beer list was a little one-note, but all the beers (and the cider) were tasty, and I got my hamburger on toasted sourdough bread which was the bomb. We split up after lunch for more shopping, and I stopped by coastal yarns to see if by any chance their blue sky cotton worsted was on sale. No luck.

I headed home after I finished shopping and Dave and I went for a walk through Haystack Park, a hidden gem of a park with giant trees just a couple of blocks south of here. Tim had planned to come, but had succumbed to the couch by the time I got home & was unable to break free of its grip.  We had a nice hike up and over the hill, with some pretty views of Haystack from high up, including a good photo-op at the top of a questionable looking platform – we went for it. We came down onto 101 just north of the S-curves and walked out onto the beach. Dave headed home at that point, but I’d gotten it in my head to walk to the Rock Wahii, so I set off down the beach. By the time I got to Mo’s and there was still a mile to go I decided I’d turn around, and had a fun time exploring the little back roads that are just off the beach.

When I got home Jen and Reagan were working on a puzzle they’d bought which has no picture and very little color variation – and all the edge pieces fit together even if they’re not supposed to go there. That is too hard for the rest of us, so we did our various reading/surfing (the internet) knitting things until it was time to head back to town for dinner. Dave drove in while the rest of us walked. I took them on the unlighted secret back way; it was an adventure.

We got to the Bistro a couple of minutes before Dave, and once we’d figured out whose name the rezzie was under we got seated. Like Newman’s, the Bistro’s menu hasn’t changed for years (since they rebuilt it, in fact), but unlike Newman’s it doesn’t seem to bother us. It’s also always a second choice (we were there tonight because Castaway’s wasn’t open), and it often delights. Tonight was a delightful night – the food was exceptional and our server was funny and attentive. Everyone liked the food they chose and we all enjoyed ourselves. Also while we were there it was morning for Josh so we got a good morning picture from him.

Reagan and I walked home while everyone else went with Dave in the wimpmobile. By the time we got home the cars in the street were covered with frost and our thighs were very cold. Reagan and Jen stared at their puzzle for a while, and then it was game time. We played a little pepper (I did not win, to no-one’s surprise), and then we played a dice game called tenzies which has a lot of throwing dice and yelling and was very fun. We are all still in love with this house.