This morning the four of us all went off in different directions: B&D went to deal with triathlon check in and prep; Tim headed out on a garage-sale tour, and I went for a run then took the dogs for a walk.
In the afternoon, B&D and I went to the butterfly garden; not only did the place have butterflies, they also had insects, scorpions, an iguana and various birds, including flamingoes, macaws and some small parakeet-type birds.
In the late afternoon, Tim and I drove the girls over to the eastern shore of the peninsula and found a beach for the dogs. It was a beautiful afternoon, and the water was calm as glass. Surprisingly, we had the place more or less to ourselves.
And finally this evening, I walked down to Brentwood Bay and watched the sun set, as a bunch of kayaks and SUPs headed out into the golden waters to pay reverence to the dying day.
It was twenty years ago today that I met Tim for the very first time.