back to school

It felt a little strange sending just one boy off to school today.
I took his picture. He looks tall and tanned.

We had a great last weekend of summer and lots of things from my list got done (mostly by K, I'm realizing now).
We did a beach trip.



I did some spying.



I was completely intrigued by this woman:


She arrived wearing the most perfect striped tee shirt dress I had ever seen and was wearing a sheer scarf on her head. She looked fabulous and I had a wonderful time watching her.

I was nearly as intrigued by this faceless lady:

who was wearing a stunning 80's bathing suit.

It definitely felt like the end of the summer.



Yesterday I found some postcards I bought last September in Positano.
It's hard to believe it was so long ago.



I tucked them away.



(Do you or don't you peek in people's cabinets?)



You might not find mine.

Middle and Oldest returned, triumphant, from working at the Wing Festival with our friend S. He won second place and the boys (having spent four days shooting or helping to cook hot wings) were exhausted and full. (And smelled a little of frying oil.)
Middle got out of the car, took a quick shower and went right to work on one of his many projects.

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Of course I cannot tell *you* about it, but I can say this: he is able to make toilet paper float in the air.


Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to have a little daydream about lunch at Da Adolfo.