Took Anne and Tai to Cannon Beach

Picnic, sitting in the uncommonly bright sun (80 degrees F/26C), talking about global warming, glaciers, fault lines, subduction zones, tsunami zones, and other topics germane to the location. Then we stumbled over memories (Oh yes I remember, wasn't that 1987? No? Was it really 97? I wore that green silk shirt. I remember that green shirt. But who else was there?) How have we come to be old women? It's so unexpected.