Just South of San Francisco
What you've heard about the rains in Southern California is true. It rained for over a week while we passed through. We were silly enough to get both the bus and the car washed during a break in the deluge, but it rained steadily on our trip north to San Francico and both arrived covered in mud. Then again, there were moments like these, when the clouds would part, and the blue of the real sky would peek through.
We have been in Pacifica for two days now, and the weather is holding, although it's forecast to make us wish for an ark on Christmas day, tomorrow. We're parked right on the ocean with a view that is a gift in itself, and I learned yesterday that the cliff is eroding and promises to lose another six feet in the next heavy rain. We may just back up a bit, since that could be a Christmas gift to rival all the bad ties and Chia Pets you've ever received.
But even in our comparatively small space, the Christmas spirit reigns. You make do as best you can, and live in happy chaos, as you will see. We always buy too much wrapping paper, and then have a small competition as to who has purchased the best paper. We all have our traditions, and this is one of ours. Last year I bought a small live tree, but even a three foot tree is too big for a bus, so I put it up outside. Unfortunately this time of year is the blowingest of all San Francisco seasons, and all it did was fall over. So this year I opted for a different holiday touch. People have been passing by and photographing it, go figure.
With all the huzzah and wrapping and stacking, Zeus can't figure out where to go. He keeps lying down on crinkly paper and getting upset. Right now he's standing on the back of the couch, the only place without bows, paper, ribbons or to-be-wrapped.
I guess Christmas just isn't a dog's ideal holiday. Too much craziness and no place to rest. But by this time tomorrow, it will be all over and things will begin to settle down. We'll store the extra paper, so that next year we will forget and buy more, and end up, as always, with too much. Some traditions just keep on happening.
Merry Christmas
Love
Betty
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