Toes on the Sand

This photo is proof that I've got sand between my toes!


Mid-afternoon we went looking for a late lunch. Late because we had been waiting for Dave, the man who a year ago had sold us the window coverings for this house. He had told us he would arrive between 12:00 and 1:00. So when he arrived at 1:45, we were tired of waiting and hungry. We had asked him to stop by to do a minor repair. A fix that now Mr. Fun would know how to do.

After a tuna sandwich at the "Mr. Pieman" shop, we decided to take my car, which we keep here at the beach house, for a drive. We drove north of town to take a look at the scenery and then turned to come back through town, and finally, to the beach at the south end of this community. Because the shoreline there is wide with a larger portion than usual of wet hard-packed sand, Mr. Fun wants to take our daughter's beach cruiser bicycle for a ride there on the sand.

The two of us walked for a long distance enjoying the wide shore, the sounds of the surf, and the squish of the wet sand beneath our feet. The pups were back at the house taking a long nap and we vowed not to tell them we had walked without them.

From California's Central Coast,
Rosie (& Mr. Fun), aka Carol