Oh, how boys love cars. To a guy in his mid-teens, a car and a driver’s license means freedom. No parents around to nag you, just you and your buds cruising the streets and feeling very much the adults. I’d ride with either of the guys whose photos appear in this post. Wouldn’t you?
It is a dazzling day, here on the island: sunny and still, with a temperature hovering around 75 degrees F. I had work to do first thing this morning, but around eleven AM I slipped into my swim trucks, and then I walked three miles on the beach. People were sunning themselves on the shore, including a couple of very hot guys I would not have minded spending time with. (Alas, no time …) 🙁
I spent the earlier part of my morning working on edits I just received from my editor for the latest novel I have sold. He’s very good at what he does; I like working with him, and I’ll be working with him again on a second novel his house will publish.
I spent about two hours painting rusty nail heads with rust-sealant paint today. I am repainting the trellises on the front of our house over the next couple of weeks. It’ll be a ladder work, which means very slow-going, and very painstaking labor, but the job needs done. The trellises have not been painted in twelve years and they look a little ragged. This is the time of year to do such work, while the weather is cool And I really don’t mind, as long as I don’t have to sweat while I’m working.
I’m having dinner in the city tonight with one of my oldest friends; we went to grade school together and roomed together in college and again when I was in law school. It’ll be fun.
Have a nice Thursday, friends.