Lambert’s Cove is pretty great, especially as the clouds clear up and
you can just hang out all day swimming and sunning and reading and snoozing and
then doing that all over again, with maybe a walk. Of course, you have to be careful in all that
sun. “’SCUSE ME while I screen my
thighs” quips Peter. The kid is
BACK.
This morning my calendar alerted me that I had a meeting with my
boss. The calendar also told me that it
would take two hours and 47minutes to get there. Guess I’ll be late.
Izzy is plowing through books like nobody’s business, I can’t even
keep up with the titles. When I ask what
each one is about she starts by saying “Well, there’s this kid . . .” and then
trails off. Of course, we know from
Peter that all stories are just variations on the Hero’s Journey anyway so I
guess you can fill in the gaps.
Who knew that the Up-Island Cronig’s carried prime beef? They do, and with Mom’s marinade, it makes for
a mighty fine dinner and subsequent sammies.
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