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| My granddaughter catching her first wave |
Tonight, I head west. At least until I hit the Pacific Ocean. My plan is two
weeks of surf, sun, and debauchery. Okay, the debauchery part was hyperbole. At
my age, an hour in the water exhausts me. I’ve come to associate an afternoon
sea breeze with naps. Surfline says the waves are tiny, but the
weather is warm, the winds calm, and the surf glassy. I can’t wait to get my TSA/airplane
ordeal completed and slide my key into the door lock of my condo. Tomorrow morning I'll take a walk to the bakery for twice-baked almond croissants and check out the
waves from my balcony as I eat breakfast and sip coffee.
Since I’ll
also be working on Jenny’s Revenge, I may get into some debauchery
after all. Jenny’s shenanigans have surprised me, and I don’t think she is up
to any good. I can’t wait to see what she’s up to next. Whatever it is, it won’t
be good for Steve or Virginia.
