Graaahhrghh.

Brain = mush.

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Yesterday was warm enough to wear my favorite red owl dress, and also to displace Jim and Jack from their beach chairs so I could sit in the sun.

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It was also a perfect opportunity to take advantage of the above.  Do you see it?  Squeaky came downstairs to perch elegantly in the bookshelf next to Grandmoom.  Something about the way she watches everything that happens out the front window reminded me of Grandaddy watching the boats.

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Grandmoom herself spent some time in the kitchen..I did not ask questions.

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And today?  We shot pistols next to “The Wall”.  Go figure.

*Brain dies*

5 Responses to “Graaahhrghh.”

  1. Maquis Says:

    Where is The Wall?

  2. Valdemort Says:

    I was going to ask the same thing!

    I want to shoot pistols . . .

  3. kayak woman Says:

    What is that blue thing?

  4. Dog Momster Says:

    From the shadow cast by “that blue thing”, my guess is that it’s a child’s swim ring?

  5. mouse Says:

    “that blue thing” is indeed a child’s swim ring. we found it in front of the cabin with a stick sitting on it, so we put the stick through it. later in the day i discovered a black one further down the beach, and so rescued it and put the stick through it with the blue one. the next step? i went over to steal internet from betty where i was informed that *she* had found the blue one and put the darned stick on it in the first place!!

    the next day, i was walking the beach and found that they’d been re-possessed by the piedmonts, where they were securely tethered by a chair leg. ;D

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