Tuesday, October 4, 2011


The mini break to the coast was full of:

plenty of sun, with its sometimes playful mood of hide-and-seek behind clouds that reminded me of sky icebergs, 
walks on sandy shores with warm water surfing across bare feet,
 colorful beach chair sittings surrounded by beautiful vistas and coastal sounds, 
 a good novel in the hand,
 several rounds of rummikub played at the kitchen table overlooking the sea, 
of course, food, dining out at restaurants situated on the waterways, or grabbing a simple sandwich at the yellow cottage.

But upon my return trip I had a day of:

 Minus the wooden wash tub, thankfully, I had Kenmores that swished and tumbled throughout the day. I would have loved to have worn the blue jumper, instead a pair of blue jeans and a sweater sufficed. But the sun was shining happy outside my windows and I am positive I had that look that seemed to say, "I wish I was still at the beach."

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