After a day of intense rain and flooding, a day of intense wind, driving the waves all the way into the dunes. The waves look benign, but with howling wind and stinging sand seemed less so. Then I stepped into quicksand and sunk one foot to the ankle. I should know by know – on the upwind side of the drainage channels formed by water from the street, windblown sand becomes quicksand. A little disconcerting, especially with no other human being in sight.
Dead things on the beach all the rage these da
No, Gita (short for Dogita), you can’t bring it home.
Three year old fixed male, blocked urinary track, never came out of anesthesia after the vet put in a catheter. Turns out friends here had a similar experience. Kidney failure. Sweet cat, Mr Peepers. I took this photo this morning. I know you expect me to say that Mr Peepers loved to lie on that chair in the sun, but as far as I know he was never on it.
OK. I’ll admit it. In kindergarten my report card said, ‘Plays well with others, especially his imaginary friends.’