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Bumdom Day 1

I finally crawled into bed around 3 a.m...
my muse giving way to my falling eyelids.

I woke up to the sun shining through my bedroom window...
ready to head to one of my favorite places--the beach.

My camera was ready and batteries charged.



I stretched out on my brand new plastic beach chair
and watched the life around me





These people were interesting because they held hands in the water.



Even sun-bathing Nadia counts as life.



We took a walk and collected shells and rocks
and watched a fisherman reel in a striped fish.
It was a long walk, and I would have snapped
more shots, but my hands were overflowing
with my sea treasures.





The beach was a bit busier when we found our spot again.
I moved my brand new plastic beach chair under
my not so new green beach umbrella.
Then it blew away and the guy one spot over
interrupted his Jose Conseco (sp?) biography
to help me put the umbrella together again.
We laughed.

And it was time to go.
So we packed up.
Ate a slice of pizza.
Drove home.



I ate my homemade Cherries Jubilee for dinner.



And wrote.
Literally...because I left my computer cord at work.
The story is evolving and is now about three sisters.

My first day of bumdom will be complete after more writing...literally...
and tonight's episode of 24.

Comments

Christy said…
I'm insanely jealous over here. That looks like the ideal day to me!
2:14 PM
frabjouspoet said…
:) Yeah, it was delightful!
9:18 PM
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