This is a story of a rainy morning where my alarm went off and I had nowhere to be. A rare Friday morning off. But I wanted to get out of bed anyway. I hurried to the bathroom and I brushed my teeth. Washed my face. Marveled at how zen I could be just having had a good night the night before.
Rubbed lotion on my face and remembered eating blueberries and fresh whipped cream from my Pyrex pudding cups, then later sitting around the curvy oak wood bar. Drinking gimlets on a school night. Rushing home to get to bed at a semi decent hour.
I always used to be nervous to wake him up. I knew he wasn’t a morning person and I was afraid he’d be mad at me for signaling the start of his day.
Now I know better.
Now I can’t wait to do it, to see his eyes squint open and then hurry to the kitchen to pack up a lunch. Even though he’d never ask me to. Even though he won’t ever expect it. That’s what makes it so much fun.
We take the train downtown and walk through the fancy shopping mall to get to his office. The marble is gleaming and even though I’m in my yoga pants and sneakers I feel kinda yuppie just being there. I sneak the tiniest peak at the Tiffany’s window box display as we walk by, feeling an imposter all the while.
I like this easy morning, not having to rush. We say our goodbyes and I reluctantly watch him go.
I sit in a Starbucks with so much day ahead of me and I sip an iced coffee and eavesdrop on all the downtown people.
And everything is perfect and I love this life and I can’t believe it’s mine and I never want it to change. I want to live in this morning for awhile.
I think I will.
Until noon anyway.
If ever you get bored at work, or hate a co worker, or the printer gets jammed, you can think of me.
You can think that a large portion of my day, twice a day, is spent sitting outside a baby’s nursery, listening to said baby cry.
The baby is crying because you’re trying to get them to take a nap. A nap you would very much kill for and they are squandering by crying big fat annoying baby tears.
So ya know, just think of me.
And the poopy diapers.
Literally have listened to this song non stop since I heard it yesterday.
Maverick spent the morning of our last day skateboarding the Waller Ledges. The Mav really likes to skate ledges and I really like to watch him do it. Its what I like to call, a win win. While Mav was skating with a friend I went to visit a family I used to nanny for. I walked from where we were staying. It took me about 20 minutes and despite the hills it was really nice to take a little time to myself, exploring the city alone a bit with music in my headphones. Those few hours by myself reminded me of the time I spent in Seattle, exploring neighborhoods and scaling hills and just being with myself and nobody else. Of course now I have an Iphone which makes things all the easier… and even better was that after my moments of zen contemplation over coffee and unchartered city blocks I got to head back to the Mav. #changes #forthebetter #readyforthisnow.
Visiting with the baby I used to nanny was a very touching experience. At first I was keeping my distance because she had been so young when I said my tearful goodbyes, but after awhile it seemed like she remembered who I was. Whether this is wishful thinking on my part or not, I’m not sure but I really believe it to be true. I picked her up at one point while her mom was cleaning up her lunch, her little legs were around my hip and her hand gently held onto my neck and I got a little misty eyed. Moments like these always floor me and make me wonder if I’ll ever have children, and if I do how will I contain the love I have for them without exploding into a million tiny pieces on the wall? Serious thoughts ya know? For now and the oncoming future I’m very happy to be able to explore these new neighborhoods sans stroller but it is reassuring to have a glimpse of how magical it might be someday.
IN THE VERY VERY DISTANT FUTURE MMMKAY UNIVERSE?
After my little nanny reunion tour I headed off to meet the Mav and his friend where we once again indulged in crepes. Have I mentioned I love crepes? Well, I do. Then it was off to skate again before our third installment of the Big Pauly Tour.
Big Pauly took us to an awesome skate spot at an outdoor concert venue. Mav finally broke his board on the very last day of our trip by skating off of a stage. This is what we call perfect timing, and meant that we only had to transport the trucks etc back home which made life much easier.
Another awesome place Pauly showed us was the Sutro Bath ruins. At first I was skeptical but it ended up being so cool and interesting. The Sutro family was huge in San Francisco and had among many things, a castle, a restaurant called the Cliff House, an amusement park and the Sutro Baths. the Baths were built on the edge of the ocean and served as a recreational spot for years and years. You can still sort of see where things used to be and it was awesome to explore. Their famous castle burned down but The Cliff House is still in operation and if we ever go back to San Francisco I’d love to eat there. We did go in the gift shop and I’m really kicking myself for not buying this amazing soap they were selling in there. It smelled like what I imagine oceans would smell like in heaven. I can’t tell you many times I’ve googled “sutro baths giftshop soap” to no avail. That soap shall go down in history as a coulda woulda shoulda.
After all our touring we headed back to the apartment to pack up and after a quick Mexican dinner we were off to the airport for our red eye flight (oh my god never again the jet lag my goodness.)
All in all it was a spectacular trip and I’ll be treasuring these memories for years to come. Already the Mav and I are saying “hella gnarly” on the regular so ya know, there’s that.