Going to the Beach

There is one spot in San Diego county that is bearable and it is not on Terra firma. Floating in the sea with thousands of others is the only Rx for heatstroke and dehydration. I can get beyond the ocean as the toilet of the undersea creatures, but when you fill the water with humans and it becomes the toilet of the masses, I get a little leery. My dear father would have argued the dilution factor. This being the same dilution factor in his theory of second hand smoke cannot be harmful. When he was alive we loved a good debate. He definitely would hit the waves.

I am in slow motion. Our sprinkler system is broken and in an effort to save the lawn we are hand watering the yard. This is a significant effort on an acre of landscape. People don't realize that this is truly a desert climate in SD with an average annual rainfall of less than 10 inches. Last year we reached a total of 3 inches. Yes, I know. You get that much in one storm. I remember. So Don is on sprinkler duty and I am making the beach picnic. A big baguette stuffed with veggies, turkey and cheese. An apricot tart served cold and a bottle of chilled white wine. Plenty of water, iced tea , a Ziploc bag full of knitting and off we go...