Watercolors, Morrissey, and meatless sausage

With Kelly in Chicago attending the Pitchfork Music Festival for work (lucky duck) Don and Diaz are left with no supervision. We did eat a huge chocolate-chip cookie for dinner yesterday, but otherwise things have gone pretty well.

This morning, Diaz took her first crack at watercolors over breakfast and a soundtrack “Viva Hate.” Not exactly a typical weekend-with-dad, but it sure was fun.






Two other works are here.

Dillon Beach with the Shillings

We’ve been visiting beaches up and down the California coast since we arrived here last year. This time around, it was Dillon Beach on the boarder of Marin and Sonoma counties.




Diaz rocking the $3 shades


Kelly and Diaz where they’re happiest


Jeff takes the pets for a walk

Ahhh… jacket weather

Diaz is happy to be back in SF where it won’t be 110 degrees anytime soon.

Surf and sun. Lots and lots of sun.

The first weekend in July, we packed our bags and flew from Northern to Southern California for a few days. The first stop was Santa Monica, where the weather was great, the pool was filled with new friends, and the ocean chased Diaz until she belly laughed.





The second stop was Palm Springs where we hooked up with some friends and hid from the heat. It was July in the desert and the daily temperature hovered around 110 degrees—day and night. Diaz wasn’t terribly thrilled about this and welcomed our return to LA a couple days later.






A couple other shots are here. The flights (while only an hour each) were both a success, so more family air travel is on the horizon!