New York and its upsetting (to say the least) issues seem like a world away, as we enjoy the rest of our OBX vacation. Thankfully, all twenty-nine innocent souls caught in the Village explosion have been released from the hospital and shall be okay. Well, physically okay. I'm sure the mental anguish will continue. We pray.
Meanwhile, here in southern parts, life seems simple and we give thanks for beautiful days, as we maintain our umbrella daze.
Mambo thinks he's a pound puppy. A sand-lovin' one.
I continue my attempts at Child-At-♥ Art.
