1. Back from Disco Wisco, rested and happy.
2. Ben Tanzer is a nice boy. Read what he wrote about my Three Fallen Women.
3. Come out to The Fixx Reading Series on Thursday night and meet Wendy McClure and Adam Levin. Get the scoop, links, directions by clicking here.
A couple of days ago, I sat and ate lunch near this window, looking out at the water.
And, today, I'm back in Chicago and this is what our water is looking like. 
Huh.
Went to the beach this morning and picked up some funky seashells I have yet to formulate a plan for. Ate lunch at the marina with my folks while I wore the funky geezer sunglasses I had previously teased my dad about, found them delightful and, according to my parents, terribly flattering. Wandered around boutiqueville and found a boutique selling tiny puppy things and tiny puppies for said accessories. Back to the grocery store that is far better that my local chain supermarket that has had a little bird flying around for the past three shopping trips. Made dinner for my folks. Recycled some stuff. Gained a few of my mom's hand-me-downs. Washed my jeans. Drinking a boozey lemonade. Still tan. Heading home tomorrow but wishing I could stay a day or two longer...
Hey kids. I was a far more competent tugboat crew member today. I discovered that if I stand up and keep my knees unlocked (as opposed to sitting), I rather enjoy choppy seas. All is still quite well. I'm unavoidably, yet wonderfully tanned. Much quality time is happening. I made dinner for my parents again tonight. I am slightly favoring their brand of grocery stores to my own.
I would be the rudest blogger on earth if I didn't share this little tale with you. Today, I stopped to pee at a public restroom and noticed that the sink pipes were wrapped in weatherguard. Here. On the coast. Where it is almost always 75 and sunny. Be serious! After that craziness with my shower back in Chicago last week, all I could do was laugh when I saw these extra-outfitted warm, warm, super-warm pipes.
In totally unrelated news, my mother's new favorite term is "rat fucker", which I find hilarious. I think it's a safe bet that I will probably begin using that right away. So much more descriptive that plain ol' "fucker".... no?
I have another piece up at Six Sentences today. I just love that site, don't you?
So, I had a fairly low-key day. Stood on a beach, rode crew on a fancy tugboat, got a little sun, cooked dinner for my folks. Oh, I did toodle around town in their car (which is enormous), looking at oceanfront homes, and was forced to remember that even if I had piles of money, I could never bring myself to do anything ostentatious. A nice house on the beach is one thing, eight luxury cars in the driveway is quite another.
Anyway, everything is fine here. All of this sunshine and water is making me really eager to sign up for SCUBA classes... that's about all I really know for today.
Ah, there is is. I've been to this beach. Gorgeous, right? It's Anguilla. In the British West Indies, the northernmost island in the Leeward Island chain. And, holy holy, it is beautiful. I was indoors in Chicago almost all day, can you tell? And, I put the television on for background noise and the Travel Channel is running a marathon of shows about beach resorts. Sigh.
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