|La Jolla Sunset|
Everyone in La Jolla belongs to some sort of exercise venue. Despite being able to get outside to walk, run, swim, bike, play tennis virtually every day of the year, there is some sort of gym on every block. Sometimes more than one. You can't walk through the streets without seeing anorexic women carrying their mats to yoga or pilates or dance class.
I get very parsimonious about spending money on certain things here. I have been looking for a good price on a bottle of Clorox all week. I know I won't use that much and hate paying five dollars.
And yet in four weeks I have been to a play, three musical events, one dance event and four movies.Who's kidding who? Once I found out about Gold Star, I became unhinged.
Because I have no access to taking books out of a library, I buy books from them. Last year we mailed back two boxes. Phil is no better than me with this. So far we have bought over 16 books and downloaded four. All of these I could have had for free at my library 3 weeks from now.
I walk for an hour or two every day here but I eat more to compensate. Thus I always come home weighing just as much as when I left.
I can't unlock the door to this place. So I can only go out when Phil does and return when he does.
We spend more at the Sunday Farmer's Market than we do on the rest of our food. Organic food is expensive. Especially here.
I will never get over it being warm and dark at five each night. If it is warm it should be light outside, right?
The bookstore here never has any books on sale. How can a bookstore survive this pricing? And yet it is always pretty busy.
There is also a very good used bookstore here that is always empty. Why?
Everyone is always smiling here. I guess they know how lucky they are.
I find it funny when someone remarks on what a nice day it is. It is almost always a nice day.