I'm supposed to be writing about Catalina. We went there for my dad's birthday this weekend. It was beautiful and we got to celebrate my dad, who I happen to think is one of the best people who has ever lived, ever. We did activities we haven't done since I had braces and short hair (it wasn't a good look), things Scott had never done in Catalina like frisbee golf, hiking and dancing around the Isthmus, a northern harbor we don't visit as often. But I am too distracted to write about all of that right now because I'm too busy feeling sorry for myself and for my friend.
You see, this friend, Basia, was supposed to come to stay with us tomorrow until Friday, but she had to cancel because of work. I feel worse for Basia than I do for myself, though. Not just because I know she wanted to come down to visit me, but because I know she needed a break from her job.
This day has been tricky. I'm also pretty annoyed at Scott for something silly. Everything is going really well in my life and I try to never even think about complaining, I don't feel I have the right to, but I wanted to write about this because sometimes it's nice to know other people out there have bad days too. They do exist at the beach, despite popular misconceptions.
At least the Olympic trials are on. I love the Olympics. And Scott cleaned the windows today. They look nice (even though toxic fumes are currently taking over the house).
I was just so looking forward to having a few days with a dear friend I wish I would see every day. You know one of the things I was most excited about doing with Basia? It was something really simple. I wanted to buy coconuts from our local market, show her how to chop them open with our firewood axe and drink them in the backyard with striped straws I was going to buy tomorrow.
That's the end of my pity party. On the positive side, bad days make me feel really alive.
I'll be back soon with the real story from Catalina.