|Einstein, trying to catch some rays. But 7 AM,while the right time|
for Very Pale People to be on the beach, is too early to catch any rays.
The last time Einstein got to go anywhere was last fall,when I took him to the Old Folks Home. Last week, at the last minute, I decided to take him with me on our beach vacation. This meant that I had to explain to the extended family why I was taking so many photos of a squeeze toy in the shape of a prominent scientist. My extended family prefers to not read my blog, and seeing me in action with Einstein only confirmed their reading preference. Of course, their reading preference is wrong.
Here are some of the things that Einstein and I did at the beach.
|Looking at a field of broken shells|
|Einstein examining a sand crab|
|Venturing into the surf|
|Einstein guards life on the empty beach|
|A seagull's footprints are bigger than Einstein's|
|My mom rented a house one block from this bakery. There's|
Einstein on the yellow picnic table.
|Einstein chooses some sticky buns. Yum!|
|Baby examines Einstein.|
That baby nearly tore Einstein's head off. It would not have been the first time that happened, but that's a story for another day.
Aren’t you glad this was not a post about the interminable Philip Glass opera, a work I have never seen, because I am not cultured or patient enough?
It might have been good if this had been a post about the Counting Crows’ song, which I heard for the first time today, and thought was very good.
|"The world begins to disappear.|
The worst things come from inside here."
- the Counting Crows