Or, here’s a new plan: how about if Bossy watches you and you watch her children?
Tire tracks in the sand. In this case it’s the tracks of one of those big tractors that comb the sand each night for litter and leave the beach looking and feeling like freshly sifted flour. Bossy loves to walk the tire tracks and feel the slight crispiness of its edges.
Yesterday Bossy spent the day at the beach riding waves, sleeping under the umbrella, reading in her low-slung chair, dodging the beach tag lady, eating steamers, and driving home, sandy, in the car.