PART III
8/23/10
Sometime in the afternoon:
So Jill apparently has an occasional problem with right and left but Cannon Beach is like, this big, so the hotel wasn’t that difficult to locate… we find out that “ocean view” is NOT the same as “ocean front.” Mr. Flowers is not happy… we walk in the room to which I exclaim, “I love it!” Steve’s response: “I hate it!” It’s a great room really: very nice bathroom with decorative sea glass type tiles, nice sized refrigerator, microwave, fireplace, closets, sofa, table & chairs, bed of course, and the BIGGEST lamp I have ever seen in my life: the thing stands like 9 feet tall and has a shade the size of Orson Wells… what’s truly hilarious about it though, is it has like a 3-watt bulb… my glow-in-the-dark rosary emits more light… I try to lighten the mood by pointing out the classy tile in the bathroom, the fact that we can see the ocean, (“f**king street!”) and of course the giant lamp… he’s having none of it… A foul mood that won’t even be softened by the gargantuan floor lamp: Clearly, I have my work cut out for me… “You need a walk on the beach, Mr. F… get some negative ions to chase away your grumpiness…” So, off we go… we walked up to Haystack Rock and met all kinds of other puppies, all whom were better behaved than Sarah, but none cuter… she’s developed this interesting way of walking: zigzagging in front, in back, port and starboard… it’s like she’s avoiding guerrilla gunfire from a helicopter… we see many starfish (or do you call them “sea stars”?), anemone, and all types of birds… I casually mention to Steve that, “Haystack Rock is like a regular bird sanctuary!” He looks at me nonplussed and says, “It IS a bird sanctuary…” Oh! Duh! That (seemingly) innocent, albeit dim statement lifted Mr. Flowers’ mood… nothing like a silly, yet attractive wife to put a smile on my man’s face… back to our ocean view (not ocean FRONT) room for a healthy dinner of corn chips and salsa… Early to bed… we’re spent!
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