weekending

I'm having that panicky feeling that it's the end of July already. In my experience, August's 31 days are shorter than July's. It has been a really good summer. Uneventful, yet full. The very best kind. The elusivity of time convinced us all that we had best head to Windmill Beach Sunday. I got up early to workout and put together lunch. In a stretch of 90 degree days, there was no better place to be. The sand was scorching, but the water was perfection. We burned our feet getting to the water where we stayed for most of the day. This is the kind of water we wait for all year...refreshing not frigid. Ted and I beat Mike and Lils in a game of Spike Ball before we took one last dip and then cleared the beach. An afternoon of fun in the sun was just what we were all craving. A game of Wizard too. That I lost.

And speaking of craving, Saturday night we made homemade pizza's at the kid's urging. We followed dinner with a movie night. Insidious scared Finn more than it scared us. He was completely freaked out by the noises coming from the television. Poor guy.

Earlier in the day, Mike and I went back to the farmer's market. He was in search of fresh produce for salsa and fajitas, which he made last night. The hot Hungarian peppers were good and hot. We lucked out because a couple vendors had tomatoes, and then I bought more at a road side stand yesterday knowing what we had wouldn't last long. August our meals will revolve around them. We stopped for a drink and to pick up some lunch at a nearby deli after the market and just like last week the streets were busy with people out and about. We were grateful to be among them.

Evidence...