I don't do that daily. Do you? Today it was time for a your-mother-told-you-never-to scare: I swam alone in the Rio Grande. Now that damkeepers (dam engineers?) are releasing water from the lakes, there is a gentle, but insistent, current on the river that will keep you aerobically fit just by staying in your own waterfront property.
This weekend was a painful combo of heat, crowds, noise, and other people's drifting garbage. Today ... ahhh. Goodbye, weekend screamers. Take dat noise home with you. Full-timers can be magnanimous and indulgent on weekends - enjoy your tiny respite, workers - but even we can get exhausted when things get really wild. Or, am I just speaking for myself again?
Teenagers (boys and girls) camping alone. Does that seem smart to you, or am I ... GET OFF MY LAWN!! THAT BALL IS MINE NOW!!! ... oversensitive? I was a pretty permissive parent myself.
I have a nice shot of Annie and her new digs, but I'll let her show you herself.
