Yesterday, in honor of the holiday but breaking from normative behaviors, I cooked a feast for M. and me of stuffed and roasted Cornish game hen, ham, potatoes, broccoli and the first bread baking I’ve done in a very, very, very long time.

It felt good to have a real kitchen again. And, there ain’t nothing like jazzing up your stuffing and roasting with lemons you ripped from your own tree moments before tossing in the roasting pan.

Actually, it wasn’t bread but Parker House rolls, and damn if they didn’t bake up most excellently. So excellent in fact we ate them again this morning with butter and marmalade.

Today, we avoided the hideous and shameful trampling crush of shoppers. We instead explored the layers of natural our new town has to offer. We walked to this county park:

Then we drove on over to the city pier and caught a little sunset over the Pacific. Like the huge moroon that I am, I had put down my good camera to grab a pee before this new adventure. But, I caught some sun-fading pinks and oranges with the old iPhone.

(All of the full photo galleries are behind the sundry links in the above pointless but explanatory text.)

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