Monday, June 28, 2010

The zen of kite flying

We were hot, sweaty, and trying to stick to a budget (of sorts). Little Johnny suggested we take his kites to Shoreline and try flying them at the kite flying park. Who knew we could have this much fun for free? (Well, almost for free. Flannery and I made a quick beer and chip run, but since she paid, it was free for us budget-conscious types.)

Shoreline in Mountain View is the perfect kite flying spot, as it tends to get quite breezy and often cool in the afternoons, with the winds coming in over the baylands...not that great for golfing (golf course on the left, kite flying area on the right), as I have taken golf lessons there and the lessons are usually offered in the morning...I suspect the breeze has something to do with the timing of said lessons. After trying to practice my short game one cold and windy afternoon in the winter, I can attest to the "breezy" conditions).

John has three kites. Two are the one-string type, and one has two strings (I guess it's a "trick" kite. Tricky is more like it). Within minutes the guys were flying the "trick" kite like pros. Unfortunately, I decided to have a very quick beer and then fly the trick kite, and the results were not as spectacular as I had hoped for. Actually, I really sucked at it the first time. The second time we went, armed with a picnic dinner, and plenty of beer to go around, there was almost no wind, but I actually did a little better. Not nearly as proficient as John, Taylor, and Ryan, but at least I got the damn thing up in the air, even if you would miss it if you blinked.

Both kite flying evenings were pleasant, relaxed, and just plain fun. Not the heart-racing kind of fun...more like a laid-back, kite and people-watching kind of fun.



Stay tuned. Next week, little Johnny and I will be taking sailing lessons at the lake at Shoreline.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Living in paradise


I just came back from visiting my little spot of sunshine, and of course, her mom and dad. They are living on an island, a most beautiful island, in a house with stunning views of the water. They have their own beach, incredible front and backyards, amazingly nice neighbors; but, most importantly, they have my little spot of sunshine.




Here's their front yard, and back:




And, of course, their own private beach, right here:



The very best part of the island, in my opinion, is my little spot of sunshine. Naturally. I suppose the obsession will fade eventually, and I am ever so grateful that my little spot of sunshine remembered me so quickly and readily. Such a giggly, wiggly, absolutely hands-down fun spot of sunshine. I am already counting the days until I can see her again (August 12th). Thanks to Taylor for the company on the incredibly long drive up and even longer drive back, and for the photos of the beach.
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