I stitch or read. Think about writing. We play cards and listen to music. The most remarkable thing? The boy has taken a liking to Jazz. Old school jazz. Oscar Peterson, Lester Young, Coleman Hawkins. Of course, he heard it all from the days when he was in the crook of my arm.
When the sun gets past the yardarm and there's some shade we enjoy a nearby pool. Just us. They go back to school next Friday.
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so different from days gone by when summer ended in mid/late June and began after Labor Day ... a kind of climate change
but the joy of swimming ... that never changes
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