Ok, having had a qualified failure at getting any jobs done yesterday, I made a short list this morning, procrastinated till noon, then threw it away and went for a hike, grabbing lunch on the way.
Lunch was ‘french omelette’ which was good, and came with sauteed potatoes, apple, orange, three types of melon, bananas, and whole wheat bread. The bread came on a side plate. The main plate was fairly evenly divided down the middle with savoury to one side and fruit to the other, and after declining the offer of ketchup or tobasco, I started at the savoury end and maintained a strict divide between the two…
Walked along the carpinteria bluffs overlooking a seal sanctuary where a bunch of the blubbery little buggers were loafing around, not even deigning to jump through hoops or whistle the star spangled banner. No wonder they’re so fat. Got some OK photos. I came over all gursky and took this, then half an hour later discovered I’d been set to 640×480 resolution. Fat use that’ll be as a poster or desktop image :-(
Wandered along the bluffs to more Tar Pits. I finally saw one properly oozing, so now I’m happy. It’s weird, but some of it looks like badly-made footpaths until you realise it’s just oozed out of the ground then set like tarmac. There were some great pebbles on the beach, from finely-stratified white-and-pink to ones with dozens of large burrows in them.
The walk took in a row of eucalyptus trees. I’d pulled a leaf off and the aroma took me back to being about 4, when we had a eucalyptus bush in our front garden and mum would give it to us in boiling water to breathe when we got colds. Managed to get practically everything I’d failed to do the day before done, then on the way back up to the condo, the Eagles came on the radio. I should be ashamed to admit it, but the Eagles have a special place in my heart as, along with ’70s Fleetwood mac, it was the soundtrack to my pre-school years. I had to park up in the garage for a bit while the track played out and I tried to figure how I got from the front room in Whitwick 1976 to a garage half way up a hill in Santa Barbara 28 years later.