So,yesterday, I picked up the six year old(who I thought was seven) and dropped her at home.
I don’t mind.
Small doses of a six year old are fun.
We play ” I spy”
This has become more interesting now she has learned to spell.
We got held up in traffic so when I got home I loaded Jasmine in the car and we headed for the beach.
After boasting, in my previous post, about our wonderful warm weather, I discovered that the promised coldfront was arriving a little early.
I walked very briskly.
So did Jasmine.
Though her briskness came from pure joy.
When we got to the end of the beach I spotted a dead seal coming in and out with the waves.
I stood for ages watching.
And hoping I was wrong.
But it was definitely dead.
Now I KNOW this happens.
We all have to go sometime or other.
But this was a youngish seal.
The fishing boats have been in the bay for the last couple of days.
Those bastards hack at the seals.
I have ranted about this before.
It just make me so mad.
I have just had to deal with a moron.
A lazy moron.
One of those people who,no matter how slowly and clearly you explain something, just won’t see it.
Because it involves work.
Ohm, ohm, ohm.
Nope…it isn’t working.
Maybe, throwing a stapler will do the trick.
Maybe it IS time for me to retire.