Until next summer, that is. It started out colder than all getout, 40 degrees or less. We had the gas heater going and every single frickin’ light bulb in the moomincabin on. But then by a bit after noon, Mr. Golden Sun had heated us up but good and eventually a bunch of us congregated down on the bank.

I have the most ridiculous issue on earth going on at work but by about noon, I messaged my boss Amazon Woman that I was gonna take the afternoon off. My reason was that this was myyyyy last beach day until next summer and she was like enjoooooyyyyy it.

We were on and off the beach for the afternoon. It was hot hot hot for a while and I took a break to cool off and charge my phone and the GG took a nap. Eventually we went back down and the GG took one of our motor botes out to be followed by our young cousin’s drone. I’m not sure what was going on but it was so much fun.

But we were late late late for our Friday night virtual Oscar Tango porterization session and I finally kept trying to text/phone the GG to come home. What finally worked was that I walked down to the beach and yelled BILL at the top of my lungs. He was talking to our friends Pat and George. I was emulating my beautiful late aunt Bubs. When we were kids, our parents often used bells and whistles. Bubs used her voice and I used my voice today.

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