Yesterday, I awoke dreaming of this fruit bread that we purchased at the farmers’ market on Sunday. Jill said we were running out of oatmeal and I half jokingly suggested going out for breakfast. She decided that was a fine idea and I worried for my delicious fruit toast and coffee in the kitchen. I quickly got ready while she was meditating and made a cup of coffee. I have to make coffee using one of the many tea-making devices around here. So far I have tried 3. The one I am using now is a mesh bucket that sits in the coffee cup. It makes a nice brew and isn’t much hassle. I put the last piece of fruit bread in the toaster and waited for the apricots and raisins embedded in it to start sizzling. This house is quiet. We’ve had the heater on once since we’ve been here and never the air con. It’s usually cool outside and always cooler in here. No unidentified sounds creak through the floors or skitter through the walls. Outside dogs bark in the distance and birds squawk strange squawks. Inside, its quite easy to listen for one’s toast to sizzle. Jill went for a shower and I ate half of the toast with such pleasure that crumbs on my shirt bothered me not in the least. The other half waited on a plate for Jill. I couldn’t in good conscience eat the last piece and leave Jill with an empty tummy on our trek to breakfast.
We breakfasted at the Driftwood Cafe. I ate some Porridge and Jill had a smoothie and toast. The porridge was delicious, by report the smoothie was as well. We wandered around the shops and found some groceries. I discovered some rain pants that Jill and my own common sense dismissed as frivolous. We took the beach route back to the house and watched a few surfers flail about in the breakers.
In the evening we went for a picnic to the beach. Jill wanted to walk to Point Lonsdale, check out the tidal pools, and watch the sunset. We started for the lighthouse but it never seemed to get any closer. We stopped to skip over some rocks and pools on the way. The waves can’t quite make it to us. Up the way Jill finds a dead dragon in the sand. It has lifeless eyes and a blue red body. The lighthouse still out of reach we find some boulders up the beach and take shelter from the wind and the noise. The sun sinks and we munch on open faced sandwiches carefully keeping them sand free.