If it is Tuesday, then this must be Galveston. Ha. Left school during last period conference today to run errands. Came home a little earlier than usual and Doug and I took the beach chairs out to the water's edge. We sat digging our toes in the sand and contemplating the seagull couple that possess our section of the beach. They chased off a nasty black crow, an invader seagull and a really fast piper. After about 45 minutes, I was getting pink on both sides so we retreated to the remaining sun spot on our deck and I laid on the beach cushion to begin the exposure of sun to the back of my lily white legs. Doug took a quick siesta waking only to take the photo of the naughty people driving the golf cart on the beach. $200 fine if caught. The cat sharpened her claws on the wooden deck and de planes were flying overhead. Finally, Doug decided to go for a 30 minute run down the beach. He asked if I wanted to ride bicycles and I lazily declined. Maybe next time. After all that adrealine pumping he began raking the deep sandy driveway so I could leave in the morning. What a sweetie!
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