Here's a confession: I will never live anywhere other than Orange County, California, if for no other reason than that the weather is so beautiful most every day of the year. Where else can you spend half of the work day before Thanksgiving eating lunch at the beach?
The Beachcomber restaurant in Crystal Cove is a new favorite sport. We almost ordered 30 crab cakes.
I woke up early on Black Friday, but only because I was well-rested and not because I was out doing any insane early shopping. (FYI: Early equals 9am for me as of late.) I headed down to the beach to take advantage of a mega discount on juice cleanses. The beach was so crisp and cool that morning with the perfect amount of morning fog.
I wanted to walk up and down PCH because it was so beautiful out, but I was by myself. And the juices were heavy.
But, when I headed back to my house just a few miles inland, the nice little microclimate I enjoy (but admittedly sometimes melodramatically hate) in my community was a bright, sunny 83 degrees. So what else would a girl do but collect her thoughts, bathing suit, juices, magazines and brand new ipod that her husband got her for her birthday and walk on over to the community pool? Ray Charles and the Rolling Stones were my music of choice... so fitting, I felt, for a November pool day.
I'd like the juice cleanse to be a magic potion that thins my thighs automatically.
Sean's 10-year old cousin Mary, who was a flower girl in my wedding and with whom I exchange text messages, told me that she woke up to "so much snow" on Saturday morning. I can't tell by the context of the text message whether she's excited about it or not. That's one of the reasons text messages, and emails for that matter, suck in general. She lives in Pittsburgh. I'm honestly jealous of the snow. But only a little.
I'm curious to know where you live and what your November weather has been like. I hope you are enjoying it, whatever it is, as much as I am enjoying my microclimate!
(One last confession: "microclimate" is a word I just learned last Friday from Dallas Raines, my local weather man.)