And 'twas a last calm cool breath before we return to the hustle bustle of the school year.4 Hi ho, hi ho...
1 I faced a painful conundrum. The beaches were strewn with some of the best skipping rocks ever — the perfect size and weight and heft and flatness and rotundity. But the waters were determinedly un-skip-friendly, endless mild breaking waves. Nonetheless, I found my opportunities, skipping in the brief placid lulls — getting frequently two, and occasionally six or eight skips — before the next wave came crashing forth. (Rock skipping was one of the little joys of my youth.)
2 We're mighty flat in New Orleans. Ups and downs are a novelty — and a cardiovascular challenge.
3 Plus the girls got a little dose of Twilight tourism. Plus we snuck in a day in Seattle. (Ramen and and shoppinga and sushi. Mmm...)
2 We're mighty flat in New Orleans. Ups and downs are a novelty — and a cardiovascular challenge.
3 Plus the girls got a little dose of Twilight tourism. Plus we snuck in a day in Seattle. (Ramen and and shoppinga and sushi. Mmm...)
a I got a fresh pair of black Doc Marten shoes, a deviant but happy variation on my personal uniform.4 Not that we ever get all that hustle-y and bustle-y.
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