It was fun taking this third photo from my hotel room. I was not sure the photo would turn out at all since it was night time and I was using a simple digital camera. I was hoping to capture the sparkling lights and the sharpness in the air due to the strong breeze off the Bay. I can always enhance the photo in processing to add some sparkle. I love the last smear of color across the horizon.
Went hunting for some of my photos from the California vacation and found this one. It was the view from my hotel room when I first arrived in the San Francisco area. The fog stayed until well after 9:00 a.m.
The chilly morning and fog across the yard this morning made me think of San Francisco. I have some wonderful memories of a spring vacation to the west coast with a gorgeous scenic drive down the coastal Highway 1, a picnic among the redwoods, stopping at a quaint inn, and my first experience with fireplace gas logs.
We have always had a fireplace in every house I’ve ever lived in, but we always used firewood. I had no idea what gas logs were or how to use them. But this guest room had a view of Monterey Bay, a hot tub, and gas logs in the fireplace.
I was embarrassed to have to call the front desk and ask them to send someone to show me how to use the gas logs in our guest room. But it was worth it! What a lovely evening it was, sitting in rocking chairs watching the sunset over the Bay, with the gas log fireplace crackling and sending out just enough warmth to keep the chill off.
We’ve been discussing the conversion of our wood burning fireplace to gas. I want to buy R. H. Peterson Real Fyre Gas Logs and be able to just turn a little knob on the side of the fireplace to have instant warmth and a cozy atmosphere in my own living room. But first I have to get further educated on the process. Thank goodness I have the internet and can do my own research using the gas log FAQs on the R. H. Peterson gas logs web site.
My sister-in-law is having a baby shower for her daughter, so I need to find a baby shower gift. I am willing to spend about $100, which is a little high for a baby shower gift, but she is family and she needs a nice stroller. There are so many different types on the market, with convertibles, full features and then the simple lightweight strollers. Its been so long since I had to worry about baby strollers, that I need to read up on what’s new and what the latest features are so that I can her the best that I can afford.
They have only lived in the area for about a year, so neither of them know many people here. I’m sorry that we don’t expect many guests – it is hard to find a list of women to invite. So I want to make sure that she gets some very nice gifts from those of us who do attend. At first I was thinking about an upscale baby carrier, which is required by law in most states now. But I think someone else is more likely to buy that for her and I think a nice stroller will be both needed and appreciated.
Thanks for the article from Laura Ryan
Last winter while sitting and watching my free dvr, I heard the rattle of the wind as it shook the panes, icicles hung from the eaves like frozen stalactites and snow had piled up against the shed totally blocking door. Even the kids were playing in their rooms and not even these hardy little souls could be convinced to engage in a snow fight or construct a snowman. It was cold, really, really cold.
Suddenly warmth appeared from the satellite TV station in the form of swaying palms, white sand beaches and crystal, clear, turquoise water. Tahiti, I always wanted to go to Tahiti. It did not take much to convince the wife after she walked through the door; her nose was red and running, snowflakes adorned her hair looking like a mantle piece at Christmas and the car would not start at the store. It was just too darned cold.
Reservations were made, quickly; the kids, overwhelmed at the chance to miss two weeks of school, packed their shorts, sandals and bathing suits much faster than you can get them to do the dishes and my wife gave me hug and a kiss with chilly lips. Songs of dashing through the snow no more accompanied the trip to the airport and the next day found us on a beach, beneath a palm tree drinking Mai Tais