I have returned, albeit reluctantly.
The weekend was perfect—the Gulf seems to echo a siren’s call to me that is irresistible.
And in between Olympic Beach Combing Events, the kids enjoyed their breaks of independence, while Amy remained a barnacle, but a pliable one, enjoying sand, surf or pool.
Other events that will be added to the Palm Island Summer Olympics will be Golf Cart Derby, Sustained Drinking Relays, Underwater Grilling, Shades of Sunburning, Snake Wrestling, Diaper Sand Capacity and, of course, Beer Rationing and How Many People Can We Feed and Jam into One Condo Watching Other Sporting Events.
I think Sean medaled in all of these events with the exception of Kathy who can boast the highest SPF Suntan lotion of 70.
That’s called, “Staying inside a cave.”
OK, now leave me alone. I have to go pack for the 1000 mile drive to Ohio on Thursday.
And for some unknown nostalgic reason, I have just read through many months of my archives on this silly blog, and it struck me that I somewhere along the line stopped posting an idiotic Quote of the Day. I know you all must have missed this daily wisdom, so I am reinstituting this sage practice.
Unfortunately, Love in the Time of Cholera seems to have ruined me for all other books, so you're getting another one from there.
He did not dare to console her, knowing that it would have been like consoling a tiger run through by a spear...