some things

Some things never change.

This weekend marked the official kick-off of summer. Summer means different things to different people, but I think even the word alone evokes pleasant things for most of us.

May and June can tend toward the gloomy here in San Diego, especially at the shore. But this weekend was simply glorious, and some things never change:

Margaritas still hide inside of sippy cups,

And kids still dwell inside of holes in the sand.


Some things, however, are very changed this year.

Take that boy in the hole, for instance.

How did he get there, you ask?

Ingenuity.

How cool is this ride? We simply walked up to the lifeguard station and asked: "do you have any of those sand chairs?" We stored our boy's hum drum street wheels in their garage while this bad boy was hoisted down for his pleasure. It moved on the sand like a warm knife through buttah. The turns were cumbersome, but we don't need no stinkin' turns.

Some things never change.





Even when everything changes.

Happy Summer!