Kelly's out of school for Christmas break and we headed to the beach. For y'all in the polar vortex, I was in srf trunks, no shirt, no shoes.
Beach days wear Max out. He zonked on the way home, didn't finish his dinner, and went to bed.
I could sit and watch these busy sandpipers all day long scurrying back and forth usually just in front of the waves.
My project since I can't surf right now and the ocean was too stirred up for fishing ( plus it was slack tide. fishing dies then) was sanding slats for a break down chair for 'vous. I thought I'ld only use hand tools in keeping with the spirit of the'vous. Holy Cow! I had completely forgotten how much work and time sanding furniture is.
Kelly can't resist beachcoming for cool driftwood and Max is just about to pounce and dig to China for a sand crab.
All of us drove home in a pleasant mellow.
