the weekend

Daniel Schorr died on Friday and my weekends will sound different from now on...National Public Radio is a constant in our kitchen, over the weekend paper, whilst making waffles, off in the car to the ocean, and we listened to his deep, slightly gravelly voice with the hope that he'd make sense of the things we were hearing. I, for one, always counted on him to reassure me that, though there might be doubts, things might be okay. He never let me down.



I followed this very tall, impressive fellow through part of the station on Friday.



I tried to get a clearer shot of him - but now I like the way these look.
His suit was perfect, cut narrowly with just a little sheen to it.



Neat map? Watch for it at BlogHer where I've worked hard on a shopping post which will go live sometime before NY is besieged by The Women Who Blog! (I'll keep you posted.)



HOThothot summertime heat. It's awfully humid here in Tuvalu and the cicadas are buzzing.
We attended Youngest's final summer concert on Friday evening. It was very dramatic as a huge storm was approaching the harbor where the band shell sits. The sky was purple and lightning flashed almost constantly. The conductor "called an audible" and announced that they would play only three compositions leaving us to safely return to our homes, which was a relief as we were sitting under one of the biggest trees in Tuvalu.

It was Youngest who requested the beach this weekend (I spurred us on last weekend).



He's still practicing with his new skimboard...



which leaves me with lots of photos like this -



but he has been somewhat successful.



And still takes a beating from time to time.



The bonus: a couple of hours of one-on-one time with him. Fabulous conversation and insight.
Aren't you glad we don't have an adversarial relationship? he asked me. So many kids I know can't stand their parents - but I've never felt that way....

Today, I'm working with Middle on a couple of projects. Middle has given me so much to think about this week - none of it bad, but all of it weighty.
And I'm going to touch up my hair.
And paint my toes.