Can't remember how long it's been since I sat here at java Beach. Not a place I'd drive to from San Mateo, except on those occasions when I drive Trish back to the city for catechism and have to wait 2 hours to pick her up.
But I think we're back on schedule for doing this more or less weekly - except for maybe some interruptions due to the holidays. Anyway, it's just one of those places/times which makes me feel like writing - you know - like a writer hanging in the cafe, writing.
So, here I am. Just a few hundred feet from the Pacific, with sunshine streaming in the windows and clean fresh air coming in off the ocean. It was a tossup between coming here or just parking next to the ocean, but I did feel like writing and it seemed like this was the right way to go.
This is a great place to write - especially with my hearing aids off. I get the feeling of the crowd without the noise. Just a kind of dull background roar as a soundtrack to the writing and occasional people watching.
The crowd is now, and generally, a pleasant intergenerational mix. The only categories missing might be middle school through mid-teens. SIngle (or at least solo) moms and dads with a toddler, young professionals in their twenties, more beachy-looking middle agers and a sprinkling of senior citizens.
I noticed a small change today. The wifi now states that it is limited to two hours. Understandable and no constraint for me, since I only have about 1/1/2 hours between dropping Trish off and picking her up again.
Next time I'll probably go to the ocean, but glad to be here again, and be blogging. Gotta go now, have a poem trying to get through. :)
But I think we're back on schedule for doing this more or less weekly - except for maybe some interruptions due to the holidays. Anyway, it's just one of those places/times which makes me feel like writing - you know - like a writer hanging in the cafe, writing.
So, here I am. Just a few hundred feet from the Pacific, with sunshine streaming in the windows and clean fresh air coming in off the ocean. It was a tossup between coming here or just parking next to the ocean, but I did feel like writing and it seemed like this was the right way to go.
This is a great place to write - especially with my hearing aids off. I get the feeling of the crowd without the noise. Just a kind of dull background roar as a soundtrack to the writing and occasional people watching.
The crowd is now, and generally, a pleasant intergenerational mix. The only categories missing might be middle school through mid-teens. SIngle (or at least solo) moms and dads with a toddler, young professionals in their twenties, more beachy-looking middle agers and a sprinkling of senior citizens.
I noticed a small change today. The wifi now states that it is limited to two hours. Understandable and no constraint for me, since I only have about 1/1/2 hours between dropping Trish off and picking her up again.
Next time I'll probably go to the ocean, but glad to be here again, and be blogging. Gotta go now, have a poem trying to get through. :)
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