Pacific City is soft sand dunes and dogs and surfers in full hypothermia gear.
Pacific City is icy water and cold beer and hot coffee.
Pacific City is horsehoes and ice cream and Farmers Markets and fire pits.
Pacific City is the US Open and gimlets and burgers on the grill.
This is me practicing my interpretive dance moves in the horsehoe pit.
He ain’t heavy, he’s my grandson.
We are family. (G is taking the picture.) G has taken all the pictures. I am just learning the “law of thirds.”
Boring scenery picture.
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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