A view of the ocean. A car containing sand and soggy wetsuits. A house full of books, boys, laundry and love.
A poem, a picture, a rumination.
Monday, September 6, 2010
Labor Day Letdown
This has been the strangest Labor Day weekend ever. I did a lot of reading by the fire, which is great, but not really what you want to be doing on the last real weekend of summer. Normally, Labor Day weekend in Laguna is a three-day beach-a-palooza, with just about every man, woman and child in town out on a surfboard somewhere between Brooks Street and Thalia, in almost 70-degree water. But the weather just isn't cooperating and David has declared it "the summer that never was." Oh well...I guess there's always next year.