Sitting in a rocking chair on the front porch with a lovely breeze.
Listening to the sounds of the "dock man" fixing up the dock.
At the beach house for another week.
Not very tan.
Not very productive.
Hoping not to help make supper tonight.
Hoping to start sewing something fun soon.
Hoping my mama didn't break the sewing machine, which can be a finicky little machine.
Smelling the salt breeze and humidity.
Thinking about taking a nap.
Thinking about eating a whoopee pie.
Thinking about chex mix.
Thinking about shrimp creole.
Thinking about how good my mama's cooking is.
And about how funny it was when my grandma tried to give my dad a lesson on how to load the dishwasher today.
And about how many silly romance novels I checked out from the library today.
And how nice it will be to spend another week here before my next big adventure.
Once the family is gone, I'll write about my amazing trip to New York.
Until then, I am on vacation.