This past weekend, Jim and I were finally able to take a long weekend and do some good relaxing. Even though it meant missing Easter with the families, we took Monday off and spent the weekend at my family’s house on the coast in Northern California. It’s about the most relaxing place I’ve been. The house is beautiful, the view is unparalleled and there’s nothing like the sound of waves crashing against rock to release life’s tensions.
Of course, we had to overcome a few obstacles before we could actually do any relaxing.
Like find a way to get propane to the house.
We arrived late on Friday night to a little blue card on the door that said the propane tank had been capped off because the account wasn’t current. We called them and apparently the card on file had been declined (we later learned it was because of a fraud alert), and of course, there was nothing they could do until Monday. So we had no heater, no stove, no HOT WATER. Until Jim came up with the brilliant idea to buy a 5 gallon tank and attach it to the line to the house.
So we went down to the cove to find propane.
And walk around the tidal flats a bit.
And get a delicious fish burger.
We LOOOOOOOOOOVE our fish burgers!
Fortunately for us, the general store sold 5 -gallon propane tanks. Full. It looked pretty funny sitting next to the big tank, like it was the little brother tank learning to warm the big house.
That problem finally under control and we were darn ready for a shower, so we go upstairs to this beauty and turn on the tap. It’s cold. Wait for it. Still cold. A few more minutes. Still like ice. So now we need to find the water heater. But there isn’t one to be found anywhere. We deduce the following: it’s tankless. So we look around some more, and finally I point to the crawl space panel on the ceiling in the master bathroom. “Maybe up there?”
Ding ding ding! We have a winner! Except it’s dark, so I go back downstairs for a flashlight. Armed with the light Jim, who is the only one tall enough to even touch the panel let alone get his head into the hole, takes a peek. There are no lights on. It needs to be reset. But it’s quite a ways in there. Jim can’t reach it at all. I told him I’d go find him a poking device, head back downstairs and return with a pool cue. So Jim’s standing on the bench with the flashlight in one hand, the pool cue in another poking at a hole in the ceiling. If he’d been sufficiently clothed I totally would have taken a photo! Instead you get the tools out of place in the bathroom.
So we take our shower and it’s amazingly luxurious. This shower is Jim’s number one reason for wanting to come to this house. We each get our own lovely shower head, plus body jets. It’s pretty amazing.
Once we’re done with our shower (it’s about 3p.m. by this point), we’re ready for a snack, so we go back to the kitchen where we left our food on the counter only to find ants crawling all over the dirty pancake batter bowl from breakfast (I left it because it had raw egg in it and I wanted to wait to wash it until we had hot water) and heading for the rest of our food. We quickly moved it all to the kitchen island, checked everything that was open and bagged it all in freezer bags so they couldn’t get in if they found it again. Then we went about killing all the ants we could find and putting traps (which we found under the kitchen sink) by the window where they seemed to be getting in.
Ok, so we’re halfway through the first of our two full days of relaxation and finally we can sit down.
We brought a puzzle, which we put together while partaking in “adult coffees.”
Katie lounged around the house, being lazy and trying to sneak upstairs whenever she thought we weren’t looking.
I spent a lot of time reading Crazy, Sexy Diet by Kris Carr. I am thoroughly enjoying it. I bought her Crazy, Sex Kitchen book a few months ago, and was so intrigued by her philosophies that I decided I needed to read Crazy, Sexy Diet too. Initially I turned away from this book because I hate the word “diet.” It’s so unfriendly. But I took a peek inside the book on Amazon, and decided it wasn’t really a diet book, so to speak and bought it anyway. It actually outlines exactly how I want to live my life in regards to what I put in my body and what I expect from it in return. I’ve been a vegetarian for eighteen years, but I feel like I’m ready to take that next step and cut out dairy, eggs and processed foods as well.
Ok, so back to the weekend. One of my favorite movies was on: How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days. Even Jim thinks this movie is hilarious! We sat down with our “nosh” dinner and watched the movie.
The sunsets up there are absolutely gorgeous, and we were fortunate that the clouds didn’t completely block our view either night.
Sunday morning we again cooked breakfast on the griddle. We had propane, but we weren’t sure how for five gallons was going to get us, so we didn’t want to waste it where we didn’t need it. After breakfast we took Katie down to the black sand beach. It was really really foggy, but she enjoyed running in the sand and trying to avoid the waves, sniffing around at everything she saw.
She was a happy pooch.
We spent the rest of the afternoon lounging, being lazy, doing that relaxing thing. We watched a Friends marathon, followed by a marathon of our favorite show of all time: Monk.
We made sausages (meat for him, veggie for me) on the griddle and ate them with a big salad for dinner.
After dinner we took a bath, one of my favorite parts of this house. Technically it can fit three people and has amazingly relaxing jets and changes colors and makes tons of bubbles and the freaking works. It was amazing. A glass of wine, a few chocolates and we were in heaven. Well, at least I was.
The blanket is up over the window because people finally moved into the house next door. The other window has the sun shade down.
Someone thought it was appropriate to light off fireworks for Easter. We weren’t complaining. They were small, but they were pretty.
The next morning we packed up and headed home, feeling much more refreshed than when we started. I could have used a week. Maybe not there because there’s so little to do I’d get bored, but a good week vacation definitely must be in my future, hopefully sooner than later.