Heat Wave

This is what a hundred degrees looks like, but we are lucky: we live on the coast! The folks in the picture are soaking up shade from the wharf; if you turn the other way, the length of the beach is covered with an assortment of big umbrellas, EZ ups, tents and towels. There are more people in the water than I've ever seen here; the tide is coming in and some belongings are getting soaked at the shoreline. We are happily splashing our way along the edge of the sand, picking our way through thickets of happy kids, shrieking at the cold surprise and laughing with the breeze that's begun to come up off the ocean. The younger folks stop at the boardwalk to play pinball; A is reliving his teenage summer job in the arcade, surrounded by bouncing noise and blinking lights, blinking noise and bouncing lights--I can take it for about two minutes. Max. Our feet are sandy and we are all happily wilted and smell of suntan. If you remember the slather and smell of Coppertone, raise your hand! To continue the summer theme, we go out for pizza and salad at a neighborhood place, and they bring out a slice of birthday pie for Mr S, complete with candle and ice cream and singing. A few days early, but A & C can't be here on the actual day next week. Nighttime temps, thankfully, are cool. The LA folks face a very hot drive through California tomorrow to return home; I wish we could keep them here until this heat wave breaks.