Mostly I hacked up a lung. THe flu that I had returned with a vengeance so Christmas weekend was spent in bed with various teas, take-out and Netflix. To be honest it was kind of great- I wasn’t asked to do much work-wise (my job is pretty much 24/7 on demand) and in any case it was rainy and rather dreary out so I enjoyed my enforced solitude. New Years was a repeat, but at least I didn’t have a fever- just a hacking, wet cough that was and is less than fun. Saturday and Sunday was more time ordering in, snuggling up in bed and drinking enough tea to keep China in he black for the next hundred years or so. Oh, and slathered in Vicks Vapo Rub. Is anyone else a fan of this stuff/ I can’t vouch for the efficacy of it, but there’s something so comforting about the smell of it and the icy-hotness as it sits on my chest (and a little dab under my nose, making perfume wearing a waste of fumes; nothing can stand up to Vapo Rub.
Monday, being in the USA the legal holiday to make up for the first being on a Sunday meant that I had nothing to do and by this time I was bored rigid with my four walls, had watched everything that I could conceivably watch (I’m sorry, I would rise from my grave to switch channels away from “Family Feud”) and figured I could wharf up my hairballs as easily in the car as I could at the apartment. So I grabbed a big bottle of water spiked with Emergen-C and headed north.
Usually I tend to default to gong to Santa Barbara, which for those of you who do not know is a lovely small city on the coast about 90 miles north of Los Angeles. It has great museums, restaurants and other attractions that I have spent many happy hours in, and that would likely be closed because of the holiday. So I got a bee in my bonnet and decided I would go to Solvang.
Solvang is a danish-themed tourist town inland from Buellton, about 40 miles or so north of Santa Barbara- a fact that I had totally forgotten about. I kept thinking “it has to coming up” only to find, er no it ain’t. But I did manage to get there and walk around, cruising through the many bakeries with their delicious treats, stores selling everything from plastic drinking glasses with “Solvang” on the side ($24 on sale; thanks I will pass) to fine antiques. I settled for a few cookies and a nice strong coffee. I didn’t find a perfumer, but I did find a really nice independent bookstore, which made me absurdly happy. Sometime soon when it’s not grey skies dribbling rain and I’m not dribbling from my nose I will go back, and enjoy the drive with the top down. If you’re in SoCal, I suggest you do the same.
So, how did you spend your new years? What did you wear? What did you eat? Imbibe? Any suggestions for something that will finally clear the gunk out of my lungs? Leave a comment.
Photo of Solvang stolen from the internets: mine didn’t come out.