Highly Recommend

It so felt like summer today.
I slept until I didn't want to anymore.
(The BEST way to start a day.)
And after picking up Drew from work at noon ("way too hot to work") and driving him back to his dad's, I went to the beach. By myself. With a book and a lawn chair. Next time I'll bring some water.

For as long as I've been a person, I seem to recall there being a rule about breezes and oceans. That rule got broken today. The air was not moving. But that's OK. A day at the beach is better than a fork in the eye anyday.

For the two hours I was there, I read this:

and then for the two hours after I got home, I read it some more. (Well, after I napped. The heat is exhausting, no?)
And then I went for a walk around the block and finished it off.

Friends? This is an inspiring book. Have you read it? Do you want to talk about it?
Clint read it earlier this year and it has inspired him to live an epic life. Claire read it a few months ago, and ended up doing something crazy like going off to Brazil on her own for an adventure.
My response? I want to be more like Bob. Seriously. Oh my goodness what a legacy. (Miller tells a few of Bob's stories in the book and I wish I'd read this book a few years ago even though it wasn't written yet so that would have been impossible.)

Know what? I started typing this blog while surrounded by flowers and the cool night air on my back patio. Now I'm in my living room and Clint has put the steak knife away.
This slinked past my lawnchair:

Mine had his mouth closed, but he was just as ugly.
I just did an online study of 'how to get rid of possoms' and it looks like I need to trap them.
Well, not "I" exactly. Maybe someone else. Maybe I can ask the President of Arrow - United Kingdom, while he's at my house, if he could deal with this for me.

Blood pressure issues?
Who me?
OY.

I'm going to scroll way down now because that picture is freaking me out.













There. Gone from my screen.
Back to A Million Miles in a Thousand Years.
If my book club friends are reading this, I think we should have a spontaneous meeting in August after I get back (and after you've all read this, because you will, I just know it) we can talk about living good stories.

Three things I'm thankful for:
1. It is the summer and I couldn't be more pleased.
2. Clint was going to kill a rodent with a steak knife.
3. I have a fan in my bedroom.

Shalom,