My Dad and Debbie just moved into a new house in Boca Raton. My Mom, Katie Dani and I all came for a visit. It was a little before the snowbirds descended. The whole town seemed like it was in suspended animation, waiting for swarms of old people to populate it.
The trip was amazing. We walked to the beach, hung out in the pool. We only ate food cooked outside and rarely wore shoes.
Wake Up W.D. we're in Boca Raton!
Let's lounge with my mom and dad in the pool.
"It is time for the beach!" Dad announces
We're gonna need some pool noodles FAST!
W. D. don't forget your special head dress!
Hmmm... What should we do now?
Hey! How about we take Grandpa to the Morikami Gardens!
It is finally summer in SF. Technically, this is my first summer in here. Last summer I was in L.A. pretending I was a hot shot gallery person, but missing my NorCal home. Dani and I have been trying to take full advantage of the warm fog-less so called Indian Summer by taking evening walks on Ocean Beach.
Being born an east coaster, it is really cool to see the sun set on the beach.
We always seem to catch low tide and tons of sand dollars are washed up on the beach.
And creepy large dead jellies.
The beach does seem a bit polluted. Some of the sand is sort of oily black and sticks to our feets. And then there are these orange bubbles that don't pop. I refuse to do any research about the pollution in the area because we have so much fun. Plus the tail I've been growing is proving very helpful.
I mean, after all; you have to consider we're only made out of dust. That's admittedly not much to go on and we shouldn't forget that. But even considering, I mean it's a sort of bad beginning, we're not doing too bad. So I personally have faith that even in this lousy situation we're faced with we can make it. You get me?-- PKD