Summer Beach Rental

I dreamed a dream that someday I would have a summer beach house and for the last three weekends it has gloriously come true. Let me just say that it is better than I could have imagined, so I want to share my summer secret with you. My husband's coworkers rented a condo in San Diego steps from the beach for the summer/early fall. They are not going to be able to use it all of the time so they want to rent it out on Craig's List. It is a great, I mean, fantastic deal so I thought I would post it here for you all to check out first. They are renting it for more on Craig's List so you all would be getting the insider deal. It is a sunny three bedroom, three full bathroom, fully furnished two story townhouse. There is a pool and hot tub in the complex and it is literally less than a private walk block (see path pic below) to the Del Mar beach, which is arguably one of the best beaches in San Diego. There is an outdoor patio and deck and BBQ. The back of the house borders an outlet to the ocean that is fantastic for the kids to play in (virtually no current). Also, the San Diego Fairgrounds are next door. The San Diego Fair runs for the rest of June and July and is not your basic mom-n-pop fair. They have tons of rides, animals, nightly weekend concerts, etc. Plus, this place is within walking distance of quaint, perfect, Del Mar--think Carmel-by-the-Sea style boutiques and amazing restaurants. There is also a world class golf course (Torrey Pines), horse racing, biking and running trails, farmer's market and nice surfing beaches nearby. I must put in a plug for the house watchers too, the Del Mar Beach has some incredible homes with fine architecture lining it. When we were strolling the beach I didn't know which direction to look. Did I say this place was incredible yet?

They are renting it for $150 a night, or $250 a night during the 4th of July week. There is a cleaning fee of $25 a night or $150 for a week, but if you promise to clean it well I could probably get that waived for you. Call me or email at johnstontara at hotmail dot com if you are interested. If a couple of you want to get together and rent the place they are fine with that too. We had three families in it the weekend before last and had a great time. If you need someone to accompany you, you just might be able to convince some 110 plus degree Desert dwellers to come along. Here are some pics for your viewing pleasure.

Book Club

I started a book club in April. This was a big step for me and part of my effort to make The Desert my home. I needed to be connected to not only people here, but to the future here so making a calendar of events one year out was a big deal. We met twice so far and both turned out great. I picked the first book and hosted the first one and then a different member of the book club picked a book for each month and will host for their respective month. Here are our picks for the year, in case you need some ideas for summer reading:

April Snow Flower and the Secret Fan by Lisa See











May These is My Words by Nancy Turner











June My Sister's Keeper by Jodi Piccoult











July The Middle Place by Kelly Corrigan











August The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Society by Mary Ann Shaffer











September The Glass Castle by Jeanette Walls











October The Red Tent by Anita Diamant











November The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins











January The Old Man and the Sea by Ernest Hemingway











February Kane and Abel by Jeffery Archer











March The Life of Pi by Yann Martel











April Halsey's Typhoon by Bob Drury and Tom Clavin

The Farm, Memorial Day Weekend 2009

Come friend, let beauty refresh thy spirit.

Mush

I am not the type of woman who falls instantly and madly in love with her babies. Don't get me wrong, I love them right off the bat and am happy they are around, but that magical connection I imagined all mother's feel the moment their newborn babe is put in their arms just doesn't happen to me. For me, vibrant, teary-eyed, tender mother's love comes progressively and then occasionally it just floods in.

I figured this out with Claire one night when she was two months old. She was awake for a 2am feed. I was falling asleep nursing her and couldn't wait to go back to bed. When she finished eating she wasn't ready to sleep, but instead wanted to frolic. I weighed my options: I could let her cry it out, or I could stay up with her in her wee hour happy hour. I decided to stay up with Claire and as I roused myself to play with her, a sudden gush of love for Claire filled my heart. Then it hit me--my love for my child grows exponentially when I serve her. Any service works, but service when it is hardest to give works best. The more I push myself out of my comfort zone and chose the needs of my child over my own, the more I am rewarded by love for them. Duh! I am sure most mom's figure this out before they are even a mom, but that night it was a revelation to me.

Since then, I have marveled how it works time and time again. After a late night working, two nursing sessions, and a diaper change in the middle of the night and then an early morning with Claire, today, I spent the whole day feeling love wash over me for Kennedy. I couldn't get enough of my little baby and her giggles, shy smiles, seeking eyes and of course those squishy rolls. My heart is simply mush for this little girl today. My reward for just a few hours of lost sleep is overwhelming.

"I'm Just a Little Girl"

There is one thing that Claire and I completely agree on these days, neither of us want her to grow up. I mentioned in the last post that one of Claire's favorite things to say of late is "No, I am just a little girl". This is her response every time I call her something unusual such as "Sweetie", "Smartie", "Lovey Lou". She even said the other day that she doesn't want to be a princess anymore (Dave was elated) as a preface to "I am just a little girl". At first I thought it was because she wanted to be a baby again like Kennedy, but she has cleared that up every time I call her my baby with the recitation of her mantra, "No, I am just a little girl, Kennedy is a baby."

Maybe she is like me, she just wants things to slow down. I am loving this time, this age, this life. I am not always as satisfied, but for now things are just where I want them--it feels good. I want these moments to last, to stretch out.

I took Claire on a "date" the other day. We went to dinner and she kept yelling out spontaneously, "I'm on a date!" I could have heard it over and over. I couldn't stop myself from grinning. Later that day we drove to Northern California and on a break Dave and I took turns dancing with our girls in a windy star lit parking lot. I could have twirled for hours. This weekend, Kennedy spent an hour in my arms just giggling every time I told her "Do not truffle with me, Kennedy". Yes, I borrowed the phrase from Michael J. Scott and nothing ever seemed so utterly adorable.

Everyone always asks what your favorite age in children is. For me, this is it--4 months and 2 +. I just needed to experience it in tandem.

Side note: I had to attach this photo of Claire. She looks caught between two worlds--so child like and vulnerable, but then grown up.

Look What the Tide Bought In

A couple of weeks ago I got an unexpected surprise in the mail--two letters that were sent over eight years ago. One was from my now sister-in-law who sent a letter asking me to be one of her bridesmaids, sent from the lovely island of Oahu, and the other came from my dear friend Freddie all the way from Muenster, Germany. I received them after reconnecting with a friend from the first building I lived in on the UWS in New York. After I moved (leaving no forwarding address) they arrived in the post and just got pinned to the bulletin board in our apartment building. He saw them, noticed that they came from exotic locations, and thought he would hold on to them in case our paths crossed again. Thanks to Facebook we found each other after all these years. The letters still had a journey ahead of them though. My friend, Bernard, has since moved to Brazil. At the time we reconnected he had a friend from the states visiting him so he sent them back with him and then the gracious friend dropped them in the post to arrive in my box just  few days later.

You can't imagine how much fun it was to get a letter that was eight years old. Bernard hadn't mentioned who or where they were from so the anticipation really built. When I got them I felt like I had been given this amazing gift of a peek into my past life. Laurel's was clever and creative and Freddie's was detailed and long. Both made me remember why I love the hand-written word so much. 

The receipt of the letters made me go into a sort of tech funk. I started thinking abut how much I used to love checking my mail and sorting though it looking for "homey" hand writing. When I would see a familiar print I was absolutely delighted. I loved the shapes of the envelopes, the well chosen stamps and even the texture of the paper. Each letter was unique, each was re-read and each was treasured. In fact I think I have almost every letter I have ever received, and I am not a pack rat. I rarely get letters anymore, except on holidays, and even then it is usually a hastily printed label and a store bought card with a family photo emblazoned on it. Don't take me off of your Christmas card list just yet, I like photo cards and send them too, but I miss the personal missives I used to send and receive. I miss my writing finger callous. I miss thinking about what kind of stamp to buy, paper to use or even individualized envelope to make (I used to make the most clever envelopes out of magazines and European chocolate bar wrappers) for certain friends. I miss the thought that went into figuring out how much to share and with whom and deciding who would get your deepest thoughts, dreams, worries and feelings. I miss my grandma sending little poems, my mom sending letters with sketches in the margins and my husband who used to send cards of a particular brand that you could only find at Kate's Paperie. I miss letters from family and friends who sent odds and ends from their lives, from music mixes and photos to eccentric items such as envelope with volcano ash like the one I received from my brother who lived by an active Japanese volcano and a tire flattened Cane Toad, that nearly made me fall down laughing, that an old roommate at BYU-Hawaii sent me. 

There is a short high that comes from hearing the you've got mail or a text tone, but there is nothing that compares to the eagerness of tearing open a letter before you can even get to your door, carefully reading it with attention to even the slightest nuance and then savoring each word. Our familiarity and ease in communication sometimes feels like it is breeding superficialness and lack of genuine and personal thought. 

Indulge me, send me a letter, or even a post card. The old school kind that is written just for me. It doesn't have to be detailed or long, contemplative or even creative, unless, of course, you want it to be. I think it will buoy me up just enough to get out of my tech funk and I promise to send one back. Or if you really want to make a fan, send my mamacita Claire one (who every time I call her that says, "No mommy, I am just a little girl). She loves letters and has even taken to grabbing every catalog that comes though our door and claiming that Grandma sent it to her. 

Little Ladies

Not to overwhelm you with cuteness, but yesterday my sister-in-law Aimee sent me the most amazing pics of my sweet little girls and their adorable cousin Callie she took when I was in Monterey last month. Aimee started out as an amateur photographer and is now making a pretty good living with her own wedding photography business. She pulls out the camera almost every time I go to town and here are the fantastic results. You might want to just wait for the next post if you don't have high speed. I couldn't just show a few.

Miss Claire (two years, three months)

Miss Kennedy (two months). And yes, occasionally, I do put clothes on her.

Miss Kalli (four years, four months). Love the retro look.