First Days

By the sea by the sea
By the beautiful sea
You and I; you and I
Oh how happy we'll be-
I love to be beside your side beside the sea beside the seaside-
By the beautiful sea!

As sung to us by CAB as we bobbed in shark infested Stinson beach waves. 



Ahoy land locked people! We are safely floating in the Atlantic-all is well. Handsome is still here and purports to remember us, and best of all-claims to be sad we never write.
We are incredibly busy with exercise and massages and lectures. One lecture was on astronomy and one by a ship's pilot-not to be confused with Ship's Captain. Pilots are captains but they are the one's who basically park the ship when it comes into port. There is no way for a captain to know enough about each ports-currents, depths, bird patterns whatever, to do it as safely as a local. So every time we come into or leave from a port, a small ship approaches and a pilot climbs 25 feet into the air, on a ladder to come aboard. This is in any weather. Can you imagine? obviously I will be devoting an entire, nerd entry to this lecture. But right now I am rushing to a hair appointment and tonight is black tie. Last night I pulled out a very short dress that seemed longer in the store in New York.
To say I caused a stir would not be accurate-confusion is more like it. Some of the more elderly passengers with, perhaps, very early onset Alzheimers wondered aloud why we were playing tennis in the Queens Grill. That's how short and white it was.
Whatever. We had caviar; we had vodka;
I walked out between my mother and Thomas, head high.
xx more soon.

Stealing kisses from a teenager

peering way below

everyone needs a dash of scarlet in one's life

MMB early fishing

happy camper