We are directly across the street from the then-abandoned building where I used to climb up to the roof to listen to the cicadas every night. These skinny houses are something and have three floors of skinny steps and after hauling all of our stuff upstairs every one of my delusions about being in shape at all were shattered.
But I didn't die and here we are and it is most comfortable although I do sort of miss the funky charm of the old Simmons place we've usually stayed in. I feel very guilty because I am staying in the master bedroom all by myself with the huge bed and the bathroom with the jets in the tub and the dresser and the bedside tables with lights and the balcony out onto the beach but there is a part of me which says that this is what I need. By god I am the old mama, the matriarch.
Still. I feel guilty.
I'm going to try and get over it.
May and Michael are here and May is making us a huge salad and chicken enchiladas from Costco are in the oven. August is happy and asleep for the moment.
We made drinks and took a walk down on the beach at sunset time.
It was beautiful.
My computer is acting a little wonky which is scary but we go on.
See you tomorrow.