I always say I’m going to go swimming more than I ultimately do. I’ve gone few enough time sthat I could count it on one hand, and that’s bullshit. Today in something of a foul mood towards the end of the day Abby and I decided we had best go swimming, it was simply too hot not to, and golly, it was the right move. 

We tried to get hotdogs at a dinky little stand down the road but they’re cash only, so we went to Fox Market further down the road and got pizza, which was fine. But even though the pizza was just fine, it had about it and air of pure tenderness the way your eyes get after you’ve been in the sun and swimming. 

Roby tried to eat sand, shew threw rocks, she giggled as Archie splashed us, she drank river water, she paddled, she splashed, she got rocks in her bathing suit. 

We’ll be going a whole lot more.
That seems obvious.