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Finally, a beach day. Or, based on the calendar, a final beach day. In any case, the cars were back and forth throughout the sunny hours, starting with the sunrise. And in case you’re confused, I didn’t go to the beach. No need; I understand the sun and sand thing all too well. In classic literature, the word “desert” creeps into use.
I had other fish to fry. Or mussels to buy. More that, actually; the supper menu involved spices and cream and all the packages of shells I could find in stock at the supermarket. Any time the menu depends on search success, the designated buyer (that’s me) has to proceed with caution. The wine, followed by the shellfish, followed by the fancy vegetables. No sense getting ahead of myself on the list. When I completed the run, in mid-afternoon, the others were still brushing sand away from the extremities.
This time around, son #1 took on the kitchen joblist, and delivered a full meal at the appointed hour. We ate, and talked, and listened to music through that Bluetooth speaker that adds ambiance in a world of iToys. No matter that I couldn’t identify the various pieces of music; I was not alone.
Even the dogs managed to finagle places near the table, and if looks could handle a fork and spoon, they’d have been right in the middle of the festivities. We had a deadline for our epicurianism; the others were bound for town for a musical show. They’ll be back, late, and only the dog alarm will betray their arrival.
