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Sunday, August 20th, 2006: It’s 5:05 AM, the alarm rings. It’s time to get up and go to the beach. Sunrise begins in 1 hour and 40 minutes. Get out of the bed. The indoor temperature is a nice 72 degrees and fairly dry, thanks to the A/C.5:20 AM: I’ve arrived at the beach. The temperature is decent, but it’s a bit more humid than usual because of yesterday’s brief rain. I’d say about 90-100% humidity and 82 degrees. No…

It rained off and on all day. Quite a dreary day it was. However, I looked outside this evening, just before sunset and the whole area had this peculiar yellow-orange cast. Of course I had to go outside and look. The sky had cleared somewhat and fog was settling in (tomorrow morning should be great!) just as the sun was setting. It was too late to go anywhere because I imagined that the show would last only a couple of…

During my absence, I stocked up the bird feeders, knowing full well that the open feeders would only last a day or two, but not really worried about the birds because they have many sources of food and have survived long before I started putting food out for them. However, based on my experiences with the first Thistle Sock that I put out, I expected the sock to be pretty much full, or at most half way eaten by the…

To say that my wife loves the beach would be a gross understatement. Each of the 8 days that we were at the beach, she went for a walk. I think that the shortest walks were about 2 hours. Those were on the day that we arrived and the day that we left, although I think that the morning that we left, she walked for 3 hours. Her day went something like this: Hit the beach and walk from 6:45…

Each day as I came into the entrance gate of Seabrook Island, I passed the Equestrian Center and each day, like clockwork, the horses would be there munching on the grass. Mind you, I’ve never owned a horse and, to the best of my recollection, have only ridden a horse once, long ago. As this was the last day on the island and I had never been over to see the horses, I decided to stop and have a look…

Well, Tony, my son … it’s time to put away the fishing pole and pick up the books. School starts this Friday. My goal, this year, is to help bring Tony from 0% organized to at least 50% organized. It’s a lofty goal, but one that I’m willing to take on. The most immediate goal will be in scaling back the sleep time this week. He’s used to going to bed at about 1:00 AM and waking up at noon…

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