Yesterday we had some four or five hours of sun, and everyone was outside being joyful. I'm positive that the beaches were crowded; the upstairs neighbor told me she would be going. We gardened, so now I'm the proud possesor of a tramp-stamp sunburn. :) Short shirts and bending over in the sun to weed means a stripe of red just above the waist band of the pants. We're still sore from the work.
Now off to Portland, where I have arrainged to get rid of the locks we changed out from the doors when we moved in.
Now off to Portland, where I have arrainged to get rid of the locks we changed out from the doors when we moved in.