The only frame of reference I’ve had for Malibu, until just recently, was Malibu Barbie. I had a cool Barbie house that opened flat to become a beach house, or doubled up on top of itself to become Barbie’s ski chalet.
My significant’s parents live there, and when a parent fell, broke ribs, and punctured a lung that partially collapsed, we visited to cook, clean, go to Dr. appointments etc. I made a two month supply of ritzy dog food and picked up a lot of poop.
But then again, there was that view.
Caregiving is constant, but I did have a few stolen moments to sit outside and sketch. I like the fluorescent accents. They go hand in hand with my concept of palm trees and beaches, which is to say the 1980’s and Miami Vice.