Here I am, one week into my paid sabbatical. The first few nights, I confess that I had nightmares about things happening and not knowing what was going on. Those were lame and boring, and I’ve let them go by the wayside.
Friday we went to a couple of movies…the first being the new Woody Allen film, which was OK, but I’m not a huge Woody Allen fan, and I confess I started to fall asleep. Ted bought be a frozen latte, and we went back in for round two, which was Boyhood again. Really liked it the second time. Saturday we went on an interesting hike. The highway that runs up and down the California coast is Hwy 1, and there’s a stretch just south of San Francisco called Devil’s Slide. So named because the treacherous roadway has been partly washed away during many a storm, and when you don’t have to worry about the roadway below you falling into the angry ocean, there’s always the rocks above falling down and crushing you. Not good, very dangerous. Several years ago, someone finally raised money to build some tunnels through the rock slightly to the east of Hwy 1, and thus circumvent this particular danger. After they finished, they converted the old Hwy 1 into a hiking/biking trail. Hopefully no one will be stupid enough to go biking or hiking in the midst of a big winter storm, so the danger should be minimized. Though I do wonder at the expense of maintaining it merely for pedestrians. Oh well. We read about this months ago when it first opened, and thought it might be interesting to go some day and look at the stunning beauty of the Pacific ocean without the speed of being in a car. So we did, and it was lovely and interesting and almost worth the traffic we were stuck in getting there. Here’s a picture of the roadway at its worst, after a storm in 1995.
So that was interesting, and Ted wrote about it here. I really liked the sight of a lone cypress tree hanging on to the side of a rock on the wrong side of the mountain….it made me think it was saying, “What? How did I end up HERE? Get me DOWN!” Ted has pictures of that, and also pictures from Sutro Heights, a tiny park up above the Cliff House in San Francisco, about which I’ve read several times, but hadn’t seen myself until that day. It was a good day.
Maya came home, tired and happy, after her visit to New York. Now she wants to move there, and has decided that we should all move there together. I like New York quite a bit, so perhaps if I win several million dollars, she’s on. Then again, we also saw some gorgeous homes right next to the Palace of Fine Arts in San Francisco, where we went when my sister and her family were visiting on Monday. The Palace is gorgeous, and I would simply adore to live in that neighborhood. Maya says it’s the home of the 1%, though I suspect she is wrong on that one. It’s the home of the 10%. Really well off doctors, some investment types, but probably some people do actually work for a living. Anyway, we spent some time with my family, enjoyed the kids, getting to know my sister’s boyfriend a bit more, seeing swans in the pond, that sort of thing.
Then we came home and ran back out again, to go to dinner with Maya’s girl scout troop. This was their final outing as a troop, and it was bittersweet. They’ve been together like this for 10 years, and it’s sad to see them break up. But also, nice to see them grow up, which is what causes the break. They took last year’s cookie money, and spent every penny of it on dinner (and appetizers, and drinks, and desserts) for themselves and their moms, and one grandma who has been the treasurer for the troop this whole time. It was really nice. Shocking how much we spent, but a nice hurrah for the group. As the leader for the last 2 or 3 years, I should have written a nice speech or something, but since every mom there has been the troop leader at some point, it didn’t seem appropriate, and I hate giving speeches. So we just let it go.
So far, this sabbatical thing has been working out pretty well. I’ve gotten some chores done, and more on my list. Some socializing done, and more on my list. I finished my book (Beloved, which was devastating), and have started another. I’ve had a nap or two, and have gotten some exercise. I can only imagine how quickly these next 3 weeks are going to fly by, but I intend to enjoy them for now. Happy Friday.