Little Blue Swim Trunks

Thomas was musing the other evening about the possibility that the universe is expanding faster and faster, and is not in a pattern of expansion followed by contraction. I do not think he did this to seduce me (although lord knows I love it when he talks nerdy), but because, at 4% body fat, the idea of an ever cooling universe is depressing to him. At the time I was knee deep in bellinis and felt none of his concern. Einstein after all, maintains that the universe must be in balance (he does not offer proof, exactly; it is just the only scenario that made sense to him), and the Hubble quotient can't possibily be more than 1; (I don't know what that means). But it means AE thinks it must expand and contract equally. Stephen Hawking, by comparison, is a bit of a downer: he thinks we should not try to search for alien life because they could be hostile, and he thinks something can come out of nothing. In other words, there is a strong possibilty that no one-no higher power- lit the original match.

I bring this up because I believe I have found something close to cosmic understanding simply by looking at Chico in baby blue Vilebrequin bathing trunks- bought in bulk by his grandmother. This particular pair is a shorter style- really uncool in California:  Laird Hamilton doesn't wear short blue pants that cost 300 euros. But I made him wear them because his grandmother is so kind to shop for us, and somethimes he just needs to just suck it up. Then I took him to the beach.
The beach after lunch here is really quiet... Everyone is comatose after the famous buffet; even jolly German hockey sticks move more slowly. Anyway, after we swim together in this incredible water, F goes out to a little float and dives off while I lazily hold up scores for the dives from my lounge chair. I have a lot of power, and very little mercy. 
And while we were playing this silent game, mother and son, sand and sea, I realized just how young he still looked in those baby blue, extra short, shorts. There is nothng like the sight of knobbly little boys' knees to soften one's perspective;  but out there on a tiny white float, in the middle of a turquoise sea, those knees led me to one incontrovertible truth: It is all going to be ok.

Below is a short video of him in the shorts. see if you can still believe in a cold, empty universe after seeing it.

BIG news to report tomorrow: F lost 2 teeth... Oh and we went on the Oligarch's 300 foot yacht(!!!) words cannot describe ...it appears 20 billion dollars makes for a very nice boat budget.

Now I must collect the Germans from water skiing so we can go jogging in 97 degree heat. You see why Poland never had a fucking chance.

Looking out of F's tiny, perfect balcony

Proof of the Divine in knees

Thomas at work