Actually, chairs. We took lawn chairs out.
I’ve picked out my new residence..
These three who tied up together didn’t seem suspicious at all. Not at all.
Such a pretty day:
I was a tad underwhelmed, though, because nowhere here was my little Professor Irwin Corey princess I’d recently seen via another text that made me ROAR..
I’m not sure why, but a foghorn sounding on even a brilliant (near me) day makes me misty. In a good way, though. I used to wake to it on snowy school mornings, and heard it a million times more, back when I fished off the most ridiculously freeing and wonderfully smelly structures.
And on the way to our pretty day, we saw that same harbor town which has somehow been monied into a metropolis, and on the way home, himself said that two of our peers — one who is not coming back physically and he who takes care of her — are considering an assisted living move.
We camped in mountains with our little Webelo Scouts and their siblings, slept on rocks under a tent with heads going downhill (well, some of us). Thanksgiving dinners together, Christmases, wedding receptions, funeral gatherings, huge birthday parties, and now..
Another passage, this. I must somehow get used to them.
But it won’t be today.
I’m looking the other way..