The Fourth Gate Leads To The Beach

I’ve wanted to have a family vacation for years, and this summer, despite Cvid, we finally managed to get us all in a condo at Seal Beach. Here’s our view off the patio:

• Left
• Center
• Right

Remove

click to add a caption

Daughter Nicki came up from San Diego, We drove down to Seal Beach in a rented SUV (to carry Jason’s gaming chair) and we got here about 4pm yesterday, and Jason was immediately depressed because the internet was sucky — he wouldn’t be able to get on his game. I decided to go to Best Buy and see what I could do about satellite wi-fi, and he was non-communicative, seriously depressed, all “if we can’t fix that, I want to go home.”

Sigh. But something happened while I was on the road (the Best Buy is fifteen minutes away): T called me and said two things:

1. She’d found back-up internet, and things were working fine
2. That even before she did that, Jason said “oh, screw it. I’m going to the beach.”

And by the time I got back, Nicki was coming in the front door. And Jason’s mood had shifted. TOTALLY.

Over the last weeks, I’ve been working with him on a vital piece of his life puzzle: shifting his mood to the positive…