A Typical Day, sans Pirates

Today, thanks to the 85-degree weather, I grabbed my beach towel and a copy of The Awakening, and drove to the nearby beach. I've never been to the actual beach in town, so had no idea what to anticipate, except for what I'd heard from Aubrey.

And according to Aubrey's typical experience, there were pirates.

But to keep a long story short, I (un?)fortunately encountered no such pirates. Perhaps it's too early in the season, and they aren't ripe yet (a characteristic also common in raspberries). There was, however, a dead fish that children discovered and poked throughout the day.

I refrained from poking the the water breather, and instead composed half of a poem for him. Perhaps if I finish the poem, I'll share.

On a related note, there was also a child at the shore, whose parents referred to as "Cooter," and I think I overheard some young guy in car complaining that his fatherly companion thought he was a whore.

It was a good day.