SURFIN' SAFARI SUMMER THREE - DAY NINE - July 16, 2021




When life gives you lemons squeeze them into your hair so that, even if there are no waves and you are eaten by a shark, you will have gotten some natural, sun-kissed highlights from the foray. Slipped away Thursday afternoon when sis-in-law stepped into the caregiving slot. My mom says happiness is (are?) the moments we steal from life. Yesterday was a bank heist. In spite of some rough weeks, that is Safari number nine. Surfin' Summer Three is for real.

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