Out of the Attic
God is the madwoman in the attic.
I'm camped out on the threshold with my journal, camera, and plenty of snacks.
Monday, September 05, 2011
We made our way to the water this morning. One short bus ride and then down steep staircases and dusty paths to the beach. It was bright and cool and beautiful.
Home for lunch and naps for everyone. A trip to the park. Our version of a summer holiday supper- crispy baked chicken wings, corn on the cob, watermelon.
Today it is easy to be grateful
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