Saturday

Saturday was a boring day. Jim went to work and we went grocery shopping. 

I'm not kidding when I say I was in desperate summer appreciation mode. 

By the time Jim got home from work, I was desperate to do something summery. It felt like such a wasted day. I was almost in a panic. (of course "panic" is a hyperbole...I'm typing this with thoughts of the Houston Petersons in the back of my mind. I'm sure they would love to have a boring Saturday instead of dealing with the threat of tornados and flooding of their home. Long story short, they eventually decided to evacuate - 30 minutes before mandatory evacuation - in their truck. They made their way safely to Alisha's in Austin. They continue to be "refugees" until the flood waters abate.)

So I left the kids home with Jim and went blackberry picking along Semiahmoo. A lot of the bushes are on a busy road, otherwise I would have brought the kids with me. Maybe. 

The wild blackberries are so giant and shiny over there. And I don't know what the deal is this year, but the spiders haven't taken over yet. It's so late in the season and I'm not dodging webs.

When I got home, we ate dinner (with a side of wild blackberry),

then Lindsay texted that they were going for an evening at the beach. 

So of course we tagged along. Of course.

Being at the beach at sunset is so pleasant. No sunscreen, lots of shade.

The kids caught a fish in that blue bucket. It died.