It’s either feast or famine here on the blog these days…I’ve been slammed at work (both jobs), and Dancergirl is training hard for Nationals next week, which means lots of extra driving.
This is her first year competing in solos and she’s been hard at work since November when she qualified. It’s about to all come to fruition (and hopefully happily) for her. There are over 200 girls in her competition. She just needs to fall into the top 50% to meet her goal, but that is easier said than done…so she’s putting the full court press on getting those last finishing touches in place.
And I confess — I snuck off with T to the beach at sunset tonight for a bit of a photo safari. This is the very first thing we encountered. I thought it was so sad to see someone’s photos drenched in sea water and laid on a rock near the surf to dry. There’s a story there, but I don’t know what exactly it is. Maybe love on the rocks, maybe just accidentally leaving it on a towel and having it stolen by the tide and unusually high surf. Whatever the story, it struck me as a bit sad, but interesting nevertheless.
I’ll try to post as I can…but it may be sparse until after July 1st. 
