Last day at the beach house…we have to eat all the food by 1 a.m….here we’re playing Sequence at 9 a.m. while eating chips and hummus, drinking mango green tea and hot chocolate..fun times..
Goodbye beach..we’ll miss you..
A year in Days – my photo journal
Finn and me on the shore at sunset…we tried to take a “selfie” unsuccessfully, but a woman walking by saved us.
The the sun set again…and we’re thankful for the sunny day we had before this occurred.
Coming back we found the beach house alight..wth sun and dinner activities.
Finn decided to demolish his sandcastle and enjoy it in an entirely different format.
When it’s a holiday or a weekend in Tisha’s neighbourhood, the horses come out in abundance. Always delightful to experience this.
The American Thanksgiving holiday saw us at Hollywood Beach in Oxynard, about an hour away, but another world. Frank and Finn went at it immediately..
Wes knew how to supervise The master builder…
A group photo before the sun sets, and before we enjoy the feast..
Men hard at work with Thanksgiving prep..this was noon, now it’s about 6 p.m. And they’re still at it, but the kitchen looks like a disaster now…Tish joined in a few hours back, and she’s wiped out too…
Meanwhile, after dog walking and weeding, I enjoyed the 92F weather in the hot tub with these two cuties.
Maya at at outdoor evening swimming lessons! She just walks out to the car with a short robe on over her bathing suit, and flip flops on…returns the same, but wet. Tisha’s children certainly are having a very different childhood from our children’s or our own…lovely to get our visits in to observe and be a tiny part of this sun filled childhood.
So we get our gate at the airport and there are only about six normal seats..otherwise you have to sit at a table with an iPad…on which you identify your flight, then order food or drink and pay with the device beside you with a credit card! You can see Frank working through the menu. Not one person, out of at least a few hundred, were talking. All were at these tables, forced to sit here, transfixed. We walked away to only return to our gate when we needed to. The Future isn’t a very personal place.