On the Porch

Oh, we are SO disappointed, cause we need another piece of software to upload the digital pictures, and the software exists and we own it, but we left it in Pittsburgh. Darn.

So, you get, once again, no pictures of my trip. Later. Sorry.

I"m about to eat lunch and then knit -- I already spent a couple of hours on the screened-in porch reading Proust and drinking iced tea while everybody else was down at the beach.

Later, we go off to buy a bushel of peaches and a bunch of tomatoes -- I'm going to roast tomatoes tonight and serve them with French bread and pasta.

I believe we've scheduled shrimp dishes twice this week -- maybe three times. One of the main activities for us at Edisto is the consumption of shrimp.

We're in a new house we've not seen before. The traditional house, which belongs to one of the relatives, got too small. This is cause Sam's first batch of kids grew up and has started producing the next generation. I was shocked when my brother-in-law counted us up last night -- turns out there's a dozen of us. When did that happen?

So we're in a different house, and no longer on the beach. We can't afford a bigger house AND the luxury of walking out the front door and onto the beach. So now we have space. And, as I mentioned, a screened-in porch. Upon which I intend to spend pretty much the entire week.

Oh, right, sure, I'll go to the beach. But. The thing is. What the beach is is a bunch of sand and water. Also, sun.

And what the screened-in porch is is shade, and a tall glass of non-gritty iced tea, and a rocking chair, and absolutely no view of all the beloved people about to drown.

So. Which, I ask you, is actually more relaxing?

I'm on the porch.

Except when I'm inside knitting under the air conditioner.