Bittersweet Day in Pines

Cherry pie from Lee and Carol for mulching their gardens. Game nights at the Perez’s. Campfires on our patio unitl 3 AM. Wine, beer, and booze flowed along with our running mouths that never tired. We talked politics, religion, food, children, love, family and the meaning of life. We’ve even done some dancing on that patio.

The kids drove around on golf carts until curfew. Then there’d be tons of them playing cards and video games all over the house. Meg’s first love lived there. They would see each other every weekend. They were even caught making out on the beach. Imagine my surprise when the ranger came to tell me all about it!

Meggie and Adam Boy lived and worked a few summers there.  They were lifeguards, recreation staff, and the keepers of little children. They even created a competitive swim program.

I loved the beach, the pool and the hot sun. I read tons of books, wrote and slept. I’ll miss that part of it I’m sure.  I find peace on a beach, with the sand in my toes and sunscreen on my skin.

Roger and his crew rewired the the Florida room. I wouldn’t let them have a cocktail till the work was done. After the work was finished they proceeded to get hammered. Roger passed out in living room and Adam and I ate his pizza.

Roger Darling went airborne when he tripped on a loose patio block. I nearly lost my ever loving mind I was laughing so hard. He didn’t find it that hilarious as he was laying in the flower garden.

I showed my boobs to one of our best male friends. I thought Rog was going to faint he was laughing so hard. I tell ya, he’s never surprised by the crazy shit I do.

I threw my back out and had to be taken by ambulance to the hospital. My wonderful neighbor Max came over and held my hand. Everyone around me was freaking out and yelling. But Max, he knew exactly what to do to calm me.

We’ve changed houses, built decks, landscaped and beautified our little piece of the Pines. Our little piece of heaven. It’s D, G and M’s place now. I hope they make as many wonderful memories there as we did.

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The Genuineness of Adam Boy and Clairee

Young love can still be real love.

I went to the beach at Sandy Pines with Adam and Claire yesterday. The sun was hot and bright. The sand burned our feet as we walked to find the perfect spot to sit. We laid out our towels, kicked off our flip flops and ran into the water. It cooled our burning feet and skin instantly. We laughed and joked. I called Adam a pussy for not running into the water and going under right away. He called me a crazy old lady and told me to shut the fuck up. Claire and I just laughed at him. She has an incredibly funny, sweet laugh. I think it starts all the way in her toes. I finally splashed Adam. Soaked him really. He thought Claire did it, so he splashed her. She went on the attack. I laughed like a crazy hyena. It was fun to watch them splash each other and try to dunk one another. I can tell by the way they tease each other how much they love.

There’s something so genuine about their interactions with one another. I love to watch them. Even when they’re angry at each other. I love the dynamics of their relationship. Well, what they let us see of their relationship. I’m glad that Rog and I always encouraged our children to have boyfriends and girlfriends. It’s important to learn to live and be with someone else. I tell them not to have power over another person. To possess someone. Possession is not love. It is sick and twisted. No one should try to possess another. That is NOT love. Watch out for the extreme power of the pussy or the dick. You must be powerful on your own first and foremost. Do not let anyone control you. And you are not to control anyone. That is not love. Love is a partnership, a trust, a need to make each other better by loving.

I’m happy to see Adam Boy and Clairee here at the Pines. They brought my new grand dog, Baxter. He’s a beautiful black lab pup. He’s so shiny; happy. He’s the color of midnight sky. And sweet. OMG is he sweet. They are such loving pet parents. It makes my heart melt to see them take care of their furry bundle of joy. I know that if it is in their future to have children, they will be good parents. We’ve already discussed the possibility of marriage with them. It’s not what they want. That’s okay with us. We just want them to be happy and in love. And they are. I sure hope that even with our recent struggles, that Roger Darling and I have been good teachers. I really do.

Come with me to the Pines…… My home away from home.

Sandy Pines

Sunset on Lake Monterey

Yep that’s my picture. Yep I took it. Yep, yep, yep.

There is a place on the west side of this beautiful state that I also call home. That I love. That I’ve been going to since my babies were well, babies. I remember the first time I went to Sandy Pines. It was with my mom, my friend Jean, niece, nephew, Meggie, and Adam Boy. My mom’s place was small. Only one bedroom. We arrived late so we made up the beds and crashed. We couldn’t wait to start our adventure the next day. I slept with all four babies on a pullout couch. It wasn’t the best night sleep, but with four little ones who the hell gets much sleep anyway? The next morning we got on the golf cart and drove around the park. We saw beaches, a golf course, restaurants, pools. Even an ice cream shop. I fell in love with the place. We swam, ate ice cream, drove everywhere on golf carts. Meg was three and quite the determined little girl. She got on the golf cart and smashed it into my mom’s house. OOPS! But no worries. We just made sure to remove the keys when the little ones decided they just had to play on the carts.

It was difficult to convince Roger Darling  to visit the place. But once I got him there, he was hooked. My grandparents owned a place down the street from my momma’s. They offered to sell it to us and we greedily snatched it up. We started with a little place. One bedroom. The kids slept on the hide a bed in the living room. As they grew so did our house. We bought a three bedroom park model home. The kids had little bunk rooms, our bed was jammed up against a wall and we just fell into it at night. There wasn’t much room to walk around. That was okay though. We were outside most of the time anyway. The kids were always outside when they were little. We could let them run the streets. There was no worry of losing them. Our neighbors made sure of that. Plus they wanted to find kids to play with, dogs to pet, trouble to get into. When the kids became teenagers we upgraded again to a bigger home with two lofts. Thank God the kids weren’t on the same floor as us anymore. Unfortunately they brought all of their friends home with them. All the damn time! I didn’t mind though. It was fun having them around.

We built gardens, patios, decks, a shed. Beautified every inch of our lot. Roger Darling always wanted to change things up though. He was always puttering around with something. Me, I just wanted to go to the beach. Read a book. Visit with the neighbors. Run. Rog want’s to do all that too, plus rebuild the damn flower gardens!

Our neighborhood is wonderful. We have the best neighbors. There’s the hippies, the Republicans, the Democrats, the lesbian couple down the street, the quiet ones, the loud ones. I think we are the loud family. It’s a melting pot of people. We’re nice to each other, because our homes are so close together. We help each other out when necessary. We have a corner lot so there are a lot of parties on our patio too. They usually start mid afternoon when the work is done and it’s time for a cocktail. Everyone comes to Rog and Nae’s. It’s kind of like the place to be. We talk politics, food, family. Hell, even sex. We talk about sad things, happy things and about the occasionally shitty day. Sometimes the parties end early and we head inside to watch a movie. Or we could be up till two or three in the morning just laughing and chatting.

Meg found her first love there. Ah  Matthew. What a sweet boy. I loved him when he was 13 and enamored with my daughter. Love him now when he’s all grown up and in the service. Meg and Adam found plenty of friends there. Drove golf carts everywhere! There was sadness and anger and fights but mostly love, smiles and happiness. And campfires. Meg worked there for three summers during and just after high school. Meg and Adam both worked there last summer as life guards, camp counselor, and herders of small children. They even created and coached a swim team there.

I love our life there. I love our home. I just love it in the Pines…..