Hoarded glassware for eventual center pieces (the candles will eventually be white or blue)
…except this time, the elderly cashier accidentally put an extra item in my bag: a horrible decorating book printed in the late 90s. After thumbing through it, Mama Beau nodded her head and declared the designs “grounds for divorce.” One project suggested I hang pink tulle from my bedroom windows. Shudder. So, now I’m terrified that I’m going to be banned from my favorite thrift store as a shoplifter all for a crappy book that I would never have shoplifted in the first place. He couldn’t have inadvertently thrown in a trashy romance novel instead?
Saturday night we watched beach fireworks from the comfort of the yacht club. I may finally be getting the hang of using my new camera.
Most of Sunday was spent tethered to a boat playing with my favorite floaty.
Everyone else prefers the adult sized tubes and rafts but I adore my $1 children’s toy from the Tree. Sometimes I stand on it, sometimes I sit on it, sometimes I see how long I can balance in a dhanurasana pose before ever so gracefully flopping into the water. The balancing effort is an ab workout and it keeps me pseudo-treading water for hours. Or at least until the big, bad red jellyfish start showing up in droves. We counted almost a dozen in the span of an hour.
Now back to work which is increasingly annoying. More so than a normal Monday. This ranks as at least a Tuesday in my book.
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