blue girl

Hot Tubs and Polar Bears

BC is Blue Kid's best friend.  They've known each other a long time.  Blue Kid was 3 months old when I first dropped him off at Mimi's house, Blue Kid's first and only daycare provider.  A Godsend.  An angel here on earth.  BC, two years old at the time, was standing behind the door playing peek a boo when Blue Kid showed up that first day.

They've been best buds ever since -- through thick and thin and every upgrade of every video game known to man.

BC always vacations with us.  We wouldn't go anywhere without him. 

He and Blue Kid just came running through the door.

"Mom, guess what?"

"What?"

"We were just in the hot tub and two girls came up to us..."

"Well, that's good..."

"Listen to what she said."

"What?"

"She said, 'How much does a polar bear weigh?' And I said, 'I don't know, how much?'

"Yeah..?"

"And she said, 'Just enough to break the ice -- my name's Lindsay."

"Ha...ha. Ha.  Ha."

"Her friend's name is Becky.  We're going back down now.  Where's the pop?"

"In the fridge!  Be carefu...."

And they were gone.

The Skimmer is napping and I'm going to go out on the balcony to spy on hot tub activities.

View from the 12th Floor

After almost 14 hours of driving, we're finally here.  We're all really tired.  We need a break.

Oh wait...

Beach Bound

I'm counting the minutes until I am in this exact position.  Sans that hat, though.  I prefer the floppier kind.  Sort of.  Ok, not really.  I look like a dope in hats.  Maybe I'll just get an umbrella.  I won't be lying on a bunch of rocks and shells either.  Ouch.  I'm hoping I'll be able to find a more comfortable spot to lie down and read my books.  So maybe I won't be in this exact position.  But, it'll be close.  I will be facing the water no matter what.  Put it that way.

I'm heading to the bookstore this afternoon to pick up my reading material.  I'm hoping they have this.

Once I knew, then I forgot. It was as if I had fallen asleep in a field only to discover at waking that a grove of trees had grown around me.

"Doubt nothing, believe everything," was my friend's idea of metaphysics, although his brother ran away with his wife. He still bought her a rose everyday, sat in an empty house for the next twenty years talking to her about the weather.

I was already dozing off in the shade, dreaming that the rustling trees were my many selves explaining themselves all at the same time so that I could not make out a single word. My life was a beautiful mystery on the verge of understanding, always on the verge! Think of it!

My friend's empty house one of its windows lit.  The dark trees multiplying all around it.

Lovely!  Claire gets the credit.  It's a much better selection than what I would've chosen in the past.  I do not want to dwell on hate while listening to the ocean.  While watching children build castles in the sand.  While trying to shove my lime down into my Corona Light.

Other vacationing bloggers decided not to take their computers with them.  I'm taking my laptop so I can remain connected to the world.  Because if I didn't, I would get anxious and worried.  And Stressed.  Out.  I'd feel lost and out of the loop.  And I would hate that.

It'll be a few days until I post.  I'll have to wait until we're all settled in.  Until then, catch you on the flip flop.  Get it?  Flip flop?  Beach attire? 

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha....