Friday, July 08, 2005

Goodbye, beach...

Dear Nicky,

Tomorrow we pack up and go home. I'm looking forward to it, actually. I know the sea air has done you good, though, and that makes me happy. Sometimes the beach is hard work for me, however, because you have to put on all this sunscreen, tote a bunch of stuff a good distance, and then plop yourself down and deal with the wind or the heat. I've got a cut on the big two of my left foot; it's been hard pressed to heal with the constant abrasion of sand against it. Your Granny and Aunt Sarah came down today. Your aunt thought you looked about fifty percent bigger than the last time she saw you, which was close to three months ago. Your Aunt Erin has been down here this whole week, and she's been adoring you. I'll be happy to be in my own home, with my own cutlery and my wi-fi. Kid, once you've had broadband it really is a pain to go to something less. Just a little FYI.

Love,
Dad

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