We played in the snow at Big Bear and found a small used book store by the lake. There were only two and a half rooms, but the walls were filled ceiling to floor with rows of books. Mostly it was a bunch of discarded Danielle Steele sap or the Left Behind series, but I found a small treasure: Eugene Field's Little Book of Profitable Tales (1896). It is now the latest in my small but lovely collection of antique books. The lake itself was outlined in a ring of ice, which I was more than happy to help destroy. Rocks (small boulders) thrown at the frozen lake fall with a surprising puff-like sound, like punching a pillow.
This past weekend, we hiked the El Moro Trail at Crystal Cove in Laguna Beach. I made friends with a squirrel, two blackbirds, four bunnies and a giant mushroom. Chad, proving that he did earn a degree in archaeology, found a bone in the ground. He says that it is a deer vertebrae. I like the idea of the adventure that might begin if we found the first clue in solving a mystery, but I hope he is right and that I don't have a human back bone sitting on my bookshelf. Because that's slightly more than creepy, it's how most Stephen King novels begin.
This year I have also visited a glass church on a cliff, met John Pinette, and had a tea party with dear old friends. I will try to write more often (ha ha...), and I will certainly let you know when I've decided what comes next. Hope that your 2010 (officially pronounced twenty-ten) is starting off as well as mine!
