Slow Living Part Two

fall-1

It feels like fall here lately but I know it’s a trick. Summer here usually lasts until Halloween so I’m not digging out my sweaters anytime soon. I’d rather shiver all fake-fall long, in layers and hoodies than put on an actual warm wooly pull-over sweater because the sun is watching me and as soon as I do, it will poke it’s angry head out of the clouds and make everything A HUNDRED DEGREES! I can’t complain though because of the whole no snow, no mud, no ice thing. We do have it pretty good here.dogs-being-dogs2

The girls and I have started a tradition of going to the beach on Saturday mornings. Remember my old beach that I used to take walks on everyday and share pictures here? Same one.  I miss that old beach so this new dog-morning tradition is fixing that up.

The beach allows dogs on leashes on the beach between 7am and 10am which is perfect because I don’t think I could handle the dogs on the beach any longer than that. They are so dirty and ill-behaved. It’s pretty much sand and digging and dirty, smelly dogs for hours. Then we haul the sandy wet dogs back into town for bagels and coffee, walking of course. It’s great. The dogs then try to eat our bagels and get wet sand all over everyone and the other patrons at the bagel shop get annoyed with us but we persevere. I have a theory that the more we do this the easier it will get.

dogs-being-dogs

The lovely thing about beach-dog mornings is that we have amnesia about them. While we are there the girls complain about everything under the sun. They are wet, they are not wet enough, they should have worn their swimsuits or leggings or ugg boots or whatever, they don’t want to carry their leggings or ugg boots or flip flops or whatever… they are cold or hot or they want to stay longer, they stubbed their toe on a rock, they are starving and need to eat right this very minute or use the bathroom…etc etc.

beach-whiskey

I’m not much better myself. I’m getting pissed at the dogs for fighting with each other or eating seaweed or drinking drainage run-off water that is probably contaminated with some kind of algae that will make them puke in the truck later…but then magically, as we climb over the hill back to our inland city, those bad memories dissipate into thin air just like the humidity. All we remember is how pretty the beach was, how the ocean was so peaceful and grand at the same time, how beautiful the sky was in it’s myriad of subtle colors stretching on forever…and how yummy the bagels were as if the salt in the air perfected their flavor somehow. It’s funny how the misery of the beach becomes what you savor later.

Just like I always say, you love what you suffer for! Psychology 101.

So my message for today is: get out there and suffer a little!

Lost in Transition

beach dogs

You may have heard I’m in the process of seeking new hosting for this website. I’ve capped out my limit for uploading images (Forty gigs is the limit, dude.) and I’ve come to a cross roads. Like everyone who’s been taking up space on the internet for a really long time, I’ve lost my first (and second and maybe third) love for it. Of course I wonder if it’s time to pull the plug? Do I even have anything to say anymore? Do I have time to say it? It seems like a silly hobby these days, especially if it costs hundreds of dollars to keep it going.

A lot of friends have reached out to tell me not to give it up. (I have a huge archive that apparently is like google currency.) So I’m probably not going to just shut it down but I’m trying to find away to keep it going affordably.  Or maybe I will pay for a dedicated server.  Maybe it’s like a yoga studio membership and if I fork out the bucks for it I’ll take it more seriously and actually show up regularly and maybe it will pay for itself like it used to back in the day. I don’t know.

I’m thinking a lot about my message here. Why am I here still?  What do I still have to say?  I do love writing still and maybe focusing more on writing and less on images might get me here more regularly. I don’t know.  You know how I love images…Maybe I can go back to hosting my pictures on flickr. (Stupid flickr. Why do they have to make it so difficult these days?)

Anyway, if you know of a good hosting site leave your two cents. I’ve got a list and I’m doing my research. I’ll keep you posted on the big jump.