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Minkies

When the Boogedy was little, he called his favorite food “minkies”. We still call mangoes “minkies”.  Now we live somewhere that gorgeous, ripe mangoes literally fall at our feet. Look at these beauties! The flavor of these doesn’t even compare to grocery store mangoes, even the best you’ve ever had.

Zach is going to get allergic, just like my poor sister. Gluttonous mango-sticky-face!

The quilt in the top photo is “Mad as a March Hare”, made for me by my mom in 2004 when I lived in grey San Francisco.

Glass Bottom Boat

A few evenings ago, we picked the Boogedy up early from school and went for a sunset trip on the glass bottom boat.

This kid is definitely mine, as he had no problem eating chips and salsa while sitting backwards on the prow of the catamaran.

Yes, he’s dressed up in a pirate costume, and he was very upset when he saw that it was a catamaran and not a schooner. Really sad that it was not a pirate ship.

As sunset approached, it became pretty chilly and breezy, and the Boogedy kept trying to climb under Zach’s shirt. In this photo Zach is threatening to climb under HIS shirt.

We saw a coral garden, sea sponges, and a huge sea turtle in a swarm of sycophantic remoras. I managed not to photograph any of those things.

The sunset was beautiful, but I didn’t see the fabled green flash.

The lights of the waterfront.

And a tired little boy who needed to be carried.

Camera Contents

Sometimes, I forget that I have been carrying my camera everywhere, and I download the photos and find things I’d forgotten all about.

A folding car we found at the neighborhood playground.

The stick-bug-guy I made to ride inside.

Chilly Thanksgiving at the beach with storm clouds.

attempting to climb the light pole

While walking to the playground one evening last week, I heard music coming from a side street and we went to investigate. These guys were warming up on their homemade PVC instruments for a gig downtown later that night. We sat on the curb and listened with the neighbors.

a seed pod on our sidewalk

 

Family Weekend

On Wednesday, the Boogedy was babysat and we walked to our beach for a lovely sunset

And went to dinner at a Japanese steakhouse, where they cook the food on the grill at your table. I did not photograph the chef, but will show you the fountain outside.

On Thursday, we found a listless frog on our porch. He allowed his head to be pet, and I picked him up and placed him under the bushes. He wasn’t there on Friday.

On Friday I took Zach a picnic lunch at work. It was pouring rain, so we asked permission to sit at one of the tables outside the coffee shop, under the eaves.

On Saturday, we rode our bikes hard for 8 miles, then stopped at Thomas’ Donut Shop across the street from the beach.

And tried something I’ve never seen in donut form, Red Velvet.

We bought an umbrella because the rain has started to be just a little chilly, and it looked like it wouldn’t stop.

While we were at the farmer’s market picking up raw milk, the Boogedy rolled down the grassy slope in the rain, getting completely soaked.

There was some puddle twirling and jumping.

And we grabbed Pizza at Brunos, which has the most wonderful garden/swamp in the back of the building.

To finish the day, the dog was wrapped in blankets and piled with pillows.

And dad was forced to take his own medicine: The Bravery Test.

August Goings On

The somersault is mastered by putting one’s head down and then running on tippy toe until one falls over

several hours are spent with friends at the science center in Ft. Walton

“pamaters” are blanched and peeled and made into spaghetti sauce

lizards are hunted and, presumably, eaten.

sleep catches up with us in various poses

and I spend 5 minutes in a parking lot waiting out a rain shower, snapping self portraits. Then I notice the guy in the truck facing me, also apparently sitting out the downpour. Perhaps I was blushing when I took this shot.

Who knew I’d get so freckly when tan?

Going into Town

On Wednesday I made a few phone calls, found a (relatively) local source for raw milk, and outfitted the cooler for a 45 mile round trip drive. The Boogedy and I drove into Panama City (braving a frog-strangler of a rainstorm) to the produce stand for 3 gallons of fresh milk, then to the other side of town to hit a few Asian markets I found online. We came back with fresh black-eyed peas, sweet basil, frozen lemongrass, juicy young coconuts, cellophane wrapped philipino cakes (polvorones), pink skinned lychees, black sticky rice, and a bunch of other Thai and Vietnamese products that looked good. It was so good to finally have the products I took for granted in SLC!

Some random photos. Here’s a gecko outside our kitchen window.

We had a HUGE thunderstorm. We have a great front porch for storms. The back porch is screened, but our roommates have claimed that as a smoking porch, so I avoid it. The Boogedy enjoyed the downpour:

And kept putting his body parts into the drip line:

I got myself some new glasses, as allergies are making contact lenses miserable:

with magnetic shades!

Here are the patrol boats looking for oil off the coast of Walton County:

Me in my anti-sunburn riding outfit with bike shorts underneath. Compare to the riding outfit of 6 months ago.

and a photo of the (suddenly camera-shy) boy I pulled 12 miles today to go to work:

some snapshots

Sunset at Rosemary Beach:

My porch, after a late-day rainstorm:

The entrance to my neighborhood, after a storm:

Zach, checking ye olde facebook:

The cat rarely comes indoors these days, and has found a new bed:

Mosca runs around in the morning:

and in the evening:

and even Cinza comes for midnight walks to the beach:

Little boy shares his new bed with Mosca:

and throws an EPIC tantrum and falls asleep outside the door:

We shaved Mosca yesterday with newly oiled clippers, on the closest setting, because of the intense southern heat. While we were sitting on the moonlit beach last night, he huddled up next to me seeking comfort from the distant thunder. I stroked his head and my hand came back smelling like motor oil. My heart sunk; it appeared he’d swum through a tar patch, but I couldn’t see a thing. This time, though, it was just machine oil from the clippers.

Not photographed: scrubbing all the floors on my hands and knees, the mounds of laundry produced by a family who always has sand and salt in their clothes and sheets, homemade bread (for once made by me and not by Zach) and father’s day lemon cake, the empty bottles of sunscreen already used up, the stack of cookbooks and sci-fi checked out from a library 9 miles away, all the little prints and quilts and knickknacks finally displayed to make this cottage feel like home, the pain and triumph of waxing my own legs, the ubiquitous damp swimsuits hung on the shower rod, and my sobbing frustration at becoming the stay at home parent, and not feeling so very good at it.


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