It was a stunning summer-like weekend, and dad was busy with work so my girl and I took ourselves to the beach.
It was a departure for both of us to be just us two; She without her digging buddy and me without my drinking buddy. I couldn't stop taking pictures of that face of hers.
She went off to the water for a spell. I missed her. It was really quiet for those 14 seconds before she determined that it was too cold and came back.
|The clip that was on our pretzel bags says "Fried". Why?! WHY?|
Later that day, we took the Westy out for a little neighborhood stroll and enjoyed quite a happy hour at the park.
The next day, we went to the theater. Have Ellie or I mentioned the fact that we once drove cross country for three months together? And that every single day of that trip, we played a certain musical soundtrack on our cassette player at least once from start to finish, and we sang every word and we spoke every bit of dialogue and we emoted and we acted and we belted that shit out from the bottom of our very tootsie toes. Can you imagine my chagrin now, even 20 years later, when I have the chance to experience those songs live and in person on a stage where I am not welcome to join the song and dance? It was brutal. I could hardly contain myself in my seat.