Things still happen, but I'm lazy and the incidents and reports and observations end up on whatever social media platform presents the least friction- FB is a wasteland of advertising where privacy goes to die, but it lets me post pictures from my phone with one click, so.......*shrug*
But there are still a few digital hermits who aren't on Facebook and don't use Twitter, and (shockingly) some of them are my friends. So I'm rallying and posting something longer than a paragraph here, with pictures, lest the next time they see Fuss he's graduating from college.
Yesterday I finally extracted him from the house yesterday to do errands and driving home he amazed me by agreeing to my suggestion we take a walk along the bluffs. Well, 'agree' is a bit strong. He did eventually got out of the car and follow me, which is the Fussverse equivalent of throwing a parade of support.
Actual discussion of the topic went something like
me: Before we go home let's take a walk on the beach.
me: Come on, we need some exercise.
Fuss: DADA I HATE EXERCISE.
me: Oh really.
Fuss: Yes. Do you know why?
Fuss: Because it makes my BUTT burn.
The tide was really low and it was overcast, but with a weird glow that made me wish I'd brought my good camera. He asked if we go to "our little spot", which is little inlet off the path with a steep but manageable descent. There are a few little tidepools, one big, gross one that's totally green because it only gets flushed out during big storms and a blowhole that sprays huge plumes of water when conditions are right.
We threw rocks, looked at crabs, climbed around, and Fuss noted a drum-like bass note coming from the blowhole. With the tide out the wave surge was 'playing' it and making some impressive noises. We worked our way over for a closer listen, and Fuss found out that if a 'big' wave came (very relative- it was about as flat and calm as it ever gets) a blast of air would shoot out of the hole.
It was a terrific photo op, which my shitty cell phone camera turned into two decent pics and a bunch of garbage:
I also spotted a really cool sea anemone:
The tide eventually came in far enough that I pulled us back across the land bridge, where Fuss busied himself digging stones out of the bluff face and I sat on the rocks watching pelicans skim past, wingtips brushing the sea.