I got Paul twicet yesterday; once for a walk at Fraser Foreshore, which, I hate to say, after our lovely discovery, turns into a goddamned construction site for a bunch of industrial buildings, and was extremely sad except for the one lonely great blue heron, but we sat in dappled shade and read to each other from the anarchist books I just got in the mail, and then again at supper time, when the whole family but Jeff went to Edmonds pool.
Little Alex was exceedingly well behaved until he got out of the pool, at which point he completely melted down because he wanted an eating treat. His mother made nice with promises of grilled cheese sandwiches.
Jeff took me to breakfast and then we did a mini shop. Now must finish baking biscotti!!!
