vacation residue and other leaves of abscence...

The Outer Banks experience is now a memory, and we are back home. The kids relished their adventure with our friends. They dread the start of the school year on Tuesday. I'm nursing sore muscles and aching knees. (Who knew boogie boarding for hours in eight foot swells could feel like a day spent tumbling inside a dryer?) If I close my eyes I can still smell the ocean, feel the waves and hear the seagulls.  Those would be the trite poetic memories. I can also close my eyes and opt to run my fingers through my scalp...a braille lament, a short story of my failure to apply sufficient sun block.  In the end, I prefer to wash away the present and scroll through the shards of our recent vagaries.  You can join me if you wish, just click on the elegant surfer lady below to see the web album.

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