September 4th, 2006

Egrets Reading

Fantasy Island

For those of us with 40 plus hour work weeks and very little vacation time, Labor Day is an extra day off with such potential. Today, I thought about going to the beach, driving along the coast, going to a museum, re-organizing my house, cleaning up the garage, catching up with some old friends, and in the end I did none of that.

I visited Fantasy Island.





In other words, I just relaxed and dreamed, read, and wrote some poetry. Mr. Roarke was nowhere in sight.

As for the Fantasy Island house photo – I took that at the Los Angeles County Arboretum on Saturday.

the plane! the plane!
six books of poetry
I haven’t written yet