June 5th, 2020


Poem for Friday and Bethany Beach Nostalgia

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It was slightly cooler on Thursday but stickier until evening, when thunderstorms rolled through and made the cats hide down the basement. It was a pretty quiet day here of writing and scanning and following the protests and catching up on speeches and talks with late night hosts. We took a walk in the late afternoon and it was apparently too sticky even for the frog, let alone the bunnies and deer.

I got the laundry folded, we had leftovers for dinner, and we watched our new usual Thursday lineup, Burden of Truth (a little slow this season) and Blindspot (a little frenetic this season but some nice Reade/Zapata backstory this week). I really, really wish I could go to the beach, any beach, so here are some photos from a family trip in 1977 with cousins and the first camera I ever owned:

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