Big holiday weekends scare the heck out of me. Mayhaps, that's because I lived on the busiest street in Venice Beach. A million people, was not uncommon number of city folk and tourists reaching their dreamboat destination on a single day. That's a verifiable statistic. Traffic was impossible, so I was oft a shut-in. Not a fan of the beach until I discovered angels and the night. Now, I dig the sandy beaches in daylight hours. Anyhow, I'm numbing up for this weekend's beastly traffic with endorphins, brought on by having two of Hero's friends over for afternoon play and dinner at Cafe Peoples for a hit-and-run-dinner. Three kids is a great number. They've been playing all sorts of imaginary games, flying a kite, hitting the car with a t-ball. Of course, three kids means more leftovers for me. Which is the downside of a surplus of kiddos.
Great holiday weekend for readings! Love my work!
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