On the beach this morning a man was making bubbles:
Obie had never been on sand. He is not a fan:
Save me, Dad:
G stayed with Obie while Scott, Emily and I climbed the dune. We are the 3 little dots on the left at the top:
We flew the kite, which actually flew itself.
And G had the mandatory “Outlaw tequila.”
We think the baby has pink eye. No picture of this. I read him a magazine. There were pictures of cats in it. I am a good meower:
Now it is time to watch the sun set over the Pacific and have a bonfire and eat s’mores. Those pics tomorrow, when we leave here and return to Portland.
Published by Kath Thompson
I love yoga. Teaching and doing.
I like to write, but I want to edit much more. Tragically, in order to have something to edit, you have to write something first. I try to scribble 1K words a day in Scrivener.
I like wine.
My favorite thing in life is having great conversations. I love to share ideas. Good conversation is becoming a lost art, though.
If I don't do some yoga, meditate, and read and write every day, things really fall apart.
I wish I would post on this blog more regularly.
I'm going to work on that.
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