Sunday, June 19, 2016

The Party Isn't Over

My parents, 1950-something

I have not blogged in nearly 2 weeks--a personal low, I'm sure--offset perhaps by the 3 or 4 posts per day back in the era of post-divorce wreckage.  Those posts were medicinal, and the recent absence was too.

It doesn't feel appropriate to  blog about family get-togethers or vacations with our recluse vs extrovert family dynamic. Suffice it to say that I went somewhere, ate delicious things, and saw weird and interesting stuff.



Not Holland. Not Denmark. Not Santorini. Solvang.



Solvang is foodie paradise. I could go on, but it would take forever to describe the delicious things we ate. This is a hollow ball of chocolate filled with poached pear on peanut butter fluff. I forget what the little balls mixed with the pear are. They were fantastic, whatever they were. 

We went to an ostrich farm. Some of us wanted to eat ostrich. Some of us didn't. Some of us fed the ostriches. Some coveted ostrich feathers, one person got an ostrich souvenir t-shirt, and probably at least one person imagined herself to be an ostrich, running through the countryside, plumes bobbing.



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5 comments:

Ms. Moon said...

I had to google Solvang. Was it weird and amazing?
I love the picture of your parents.
I love you, too. I hope you are well, dear Denise.

A said...

I'd never heard of Solvang. How fortunate that you missed the fire!
And that is a wonderful, quintessentially 50's photograph of your parents.

Elizabeth said...

I have yet to visit Solvang despite my nearly twenty years living in southern California. I hope you're staying cool this weekend.

Taxmom said...

I took my friend from England (and her 14 year old daughter) to the ostrich farm on the way down from San Luis Obispo area to the SB LAX bus, and I swear that was the high point of their trip.

37paddington said...

as my own children grow older, i find there is less i can say about their lives on my blog. so i understand the silence. welcome home.