One thing about Damon is that he’s an easy caricature. In fact, he’s his own brand. I think I’m going to take this somewhere, if he doesn’t beat me to it.
Well, it rained
The fates gave us rain, and we stayed at home pretending it was November. We went outside in the weepy drizzle and turned the sweet-smelling compost, added some red earthworms, and swung in the front yard all morning long.
Don’t forget to bring towels tomorrow
We are going to the beach. I don’t care if the tide is low or high, or whether I feel like going tomorrow or not. I am washing clothes and packing our possibles, because I need to breathe cool, salty air and drive home with nappy hair and sandy toes.