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Saturday, July 22, 2006

Okay, I have officially had enough. Five days in a row of three-digit temperatures (Fahrenheit, of course; otherwise I wouldn’t be telling the tale) have done me in. Even sitting in front of the box fan set on high all day is useless, since all it does is bathe me in hot air. I’m a mass of warm Jell-o. Seriously.

So when David called this afternoon and asked me if I wanted to ride to the beach with them (in their air-conditioned van), I didn’t think twice. In fact, the hottest I felt all day was the half hour or so I spent waiting for them to pick me up. I haven’t seen the Pacific Ocean in a long time, even though it’s only 25 miles away. And I haven’t walked on the beach in even longer.

It was great cool fun riding out to the coast with them. Tammy and David in the front, Aiden and Kylie in the middle, and Titus and I in the back. Titus, being a big old dog, didn’t have much to say, which was all the better for Aiden, who never runs out of things to say. Sometimes he’ll just comment on what he sees out his car window (“There’s a motorcycle, Uncle Mike.”) and other times he’ll pose random philosophical queries.

“What’s going to happen to us?” he said at one point, totally out of the blue. Good question, Aiden. And that’s what I told him.

Kylie didn’t have a lot to say, but she squealed and gurgled a lot, so nobody ever forgot she was there. She was a happy little girl, sitting on the passenger side right behind her daddy, where she could see him and where he could turn around and talk to her.

20 June 2006

Late afternoon.

Since we never made it all the way to the beach, it doesn’t really matter that I forgot my camera. The traffic in and around Bodega Bay was so heavy that we crawled along, looking for a place to eat. But all the restaurant parking lots were packed as well, so it took us forever to find a place, and by the time we’d waited for a table and got through the meal, it was time to head back home. I do have to say that the temperature at the coast was perfect today, and by the time we got back to town it wasn’t nearly as bad as it had been earlier.

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Aiden was disappointed that we didn’t make it to the beach, but it didn’t stop him from cracking a joke, in his own style. He knows perfectly well that all that water is the ocean, because he said the word when he first saw it out the window. But after that he insisted on calling it “potion,” with a devilish grin on his face. We went back and forth at dinner, him saying “potion” and me saying “ocean” over and over until we both had to stop and laugh at each other.

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