Today is what someone may refer to as a "full day".
I woke up this morning with a Jonesing for a breakfast at the rustic, small, biker infested hollow known as the Kirkwood Inn so HMan, The Baby and myself made the hour long trip up the mountain, talking about our very vivid dreams involving killer whale shows and hunting John Wayne across the Texas landscape armed with only a Robin and a bad attitude.
At the Inn we took a seat at the only family friendly seat available, a booth for 10 people. We decided to share the tuna melt and an Ahi tuna burger (Deeee-Licious) whilst Mr. Pants ate a pickle like it was going out of style.
After a poopy blowout (names will not be named) we drove back up to the trail head. After lubing up the baby with sunscreen and me peeing behind a log (only to be interrupted by a hiker, causing me to frantically zip up) we headed up the mountain to to a breathtaking spot perched betwixt The TWO SENTINELS. Really, it was breathtaking. Truly, I had to stop many times to catch my breath.
After that same person pooping their pant again, we headed back down the mountain and drove home.
When we got home I learned that there was a major earthquake in Christchurch, New Zealand. This would not be big news for me, except that my mother moved to Christchurch 7 years ago, and is currently living very close to the center of town. The quake occurred at 4:30 a.m. and Mom says that they woke up to intense shaking for 2 minutes straight. She told me that she and her husband were sure that the house was going to collapse, but everything was okay for them besides some huge cracks in the wall, some broken glass and their power going out for several hours. She took her doggy, Sophie, for a walk and the shopping plaza down the street had collapsed and the streets in her neighborhood had buckled.
In the evening I prepared Mulligatawny and settled down with some Zin from Clos du Lac Cellars (super yummy)and cuddled up with Beauty and the Beast (1947).
Odd Day.
