Beachy times

This is what I wrote at the beach today:

Today is a great day. I babysat and made some money. The kids were hilarious today. I met with a photographer who is stoked to work with me. Now I'm on the beach and the weather is beautiful. My pants are wet with ocean. The negative ions are soaking in. I can look over and see the roller coaster. I'm waiting for the farmer's market to open so I can get some delicious organic, local produce. I love that while I wait for the next event to happen, I can just pop on down to the beach. Beach towns are great. I got B/W film today so I can start taking photographs again. There is a dead, rotting sea lion on the beach. I can hear his friends barking in the distance. Fall asleep to that at night, it's amazing. This dog smells like a skunk.
Sand fleas, seaweed, sand
Sandals, sweatshirt, sails
I sit at the beach and wonder: why don't I have a friend with a sailboat?! The coast guard boat is huge. Cherries are perfection. Monterey Bay is teeming with sea life. I adore pelicans. They have webbed feet. Apparently they don't come out this early. English prevails.



Hhhmm. Very interesting. I actually could have gone to the farmer's market because I thought they opened at 3, but actually they opened at 1. But then I would have never gone to the beach. Delightful. While I was at the Farmers market, a friend was there and we hung out and then others joined us and then we rode bikes, ate and had good times. Then I listened to the Dead Daughter recording from Kimo's and it was mixed all weird, but I was not so bad at playing the air synth. Yes, its a real instrument.
I have had way too much sugar the past few days. Ugh.