Intermission

Check out these pictures. It's enough to make a grown woman moan. It's been forever since we were last at the beach and I miss it so. Even in the winter, it's compelling. Though during these months it's less because of the soft, warm sand and more because the land and seascape present a gorgeous, pounding, frothing mess. Cool things wash up from the storms and only the quiet, hardcore beach/ocean worshippers are out. A deserted beach is even better than a warm one. Both features are hard to acheive simultaneously. Though there was that one in Tahiti. Actually, several were vacant or nearly so. Hmmm.

You know, in spite of the fact that the bulbs are up, the sunshine is brilliant, etc., I'm ready to chuck everything and move. How long do you think one can stay in French Polynesia on a regular passport? How much do you think it would cost to ship the kids' books?

Yeah, well. Coming up with the airfare would be a problem, Q's therapies would be a problem, heck, feeding him and keeping him busy on the plane ride alone would be tough. So. Never mind. But it was a nice little brain vacation, yes? Thanks for coming along.

Back we go to laundry, the children (all reading contentedly) and Q's happy burbles.