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05/05/2007: "Hello from Sunny San Diego"
Well, i've just come back from a long bike ride along the San Diego Coast and it was very beautiful. I'm here for a conference but the conference is over and now there's time to play. It's Cinco De Mayo and there are teenagers and people in their early 20s everywhere, totally wasted and as I cycled along I overheard some of the most disrespectful things being said about members of the opposite sex. I felt like the oldest, and soberest person within a 100 mile radius.
I got to spend a summer in southern California (Oceanside and Carlsbad) the summer before my senior year of high school. It was one of the most memorable summers of my life. My oldest sister Diane and I stayed with my aunt and uncle and worked in Oceanside mall. Everynight we hung out at bon fires along the beach. We swam and played beach volleyball and took day trips into Mexico. We met all kinds of interesting people from all over the US and we basically had very little supervision. We were in heaven!
I always thought that I'd move back to the area after high school graduation but it was not meant to be. Still, being here now things seem very much the way I remembered them. That so often isn't the case. You return and everything seems smaller, or more developed or not as special. But riding my bike along the beach tonight among the throngs of bikini clad hard bodies it seemed almost exactly the same. I, on the other hand, am completely changed. I may not be as young (or hard bodied anymore) but I'm just as happy as I was back then. And just as full of wonder at how beautiful the world is, and how exciting.
I got an email today and now (in addition to the show in September) I'm going to be able to show my work at the Canvas Gallery (also in downtown Juneau) next July. That is a wonderful time to have a show in downtown Juneau so I'm very happy. I think I'll start painting just as soon as i get home...where my honey is waiting for me. That's better than being 17 again, better than all the sun in California!