Rainy days at the beach

We have had a great summer so far -- very little rain, few thunderstorms, etc. Until about last week, that is. Cloudy and overcast every day, lots of rain (mostly at night, though), and thunderstorms like nobody's business. I don't mind it, but it does make it harder to want to go out and do things.

So these are the things that I do on a rainy day at the beach:
1. Work on a puzzle on the screen porch. Currently, "100 elephants and a mouse". I still haven't found the mouse.

2. Read books. As previously mentioned, I'm currently reading Other People's Words and really enjoying it. And learning a lot.

3. Sewing. I decided to work on pajamas for my movie night girls for Christmas. I am having mixed success and concerned about the sizing -- since I'm not exactly the same shape as all of my friends. Most of them are taller than me. We'll see how these turn out. But already this summer, I have completed two skirts and an apron.

4. Napping. Ahhhh, napping to the sound of rain on the roof...

And that's about it.

Oh, my life, how I love it!

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