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Day 350/365: Frozen Yogurt in December

Sean and I are both full-time state employees at two different locations that are three counties away from each other and about 160 miles apart (one of us works on the Central Coast and the other in Southern California).  This means living in two separate homes during the week and seeing each other over the weekends and holidays.  Since Sean is a university professor, he gets summer and winter breaks.  That’s when we’re able to see each other for longer stretches of time.

Because of a mandatory staff training this week, I’m working five 8-hour days instead of the usual four 10s.  Sean’s teaching schedule ended last week, so he’s been up here at the Morro Bay house for the last few days.  It’s been nice to leave work at 3 PM, get home, see my husband, and hang out together like the average married couple.

This afternoon we went out for a walk downtown and stopped to get some frozen yogurt.  Even though it was kind of too chilly to be eating a cold dessert, the whole experience was still a nice treat.

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Sunset Beach Sonny Angel tagged along on this outing.

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No pants! He didn’t mind the cold.

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Day 340/365: Beach Break

This afternoon I made the very poor choice of going out for some holiday shopping at Target and Trader Joe’s while Sean watched the 2015 MLS Cup championship game between Portland and Columbus.  What with all the waiting in line at the stores, it took me two hours to accomplish what should have been a half-hour errand.  I did witness an amusing moment at Trader Joe’s when a little girl decided to drop her baby doll on the floor in front of the dairy case.  I gathered that the little girl had gotten tired of carrying her baby and blamed it on the poor doll’s weight.  I heard the mother saying, as she stopped pushing her cart and knelt to pick up the doll, “Oh, honey, she’s not chubby.  She’s as light as a feather.”

By the time I got home, the game was over.  (Not that I really cared to watch any of it.)  Sean had been rooting for Columbus, and they lost.  We both decided a walk would be a good idea.  We headed out for the Promenade and enjoyed the view:  the beach, the ocean, surfers catching waves, the Channel Islands off in the distance, the setting sun.  It was far better than looking at a TV screen or standing in line at a box store.

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