We got through the heat of August mostly by going outside in the early morning or late evening and staying inside the house and car with the air conditioner while the sun shone so sizzling down here. When September finally came, it was down to the Gulf at South Padre Island - but not before a rainy blowing drenching hurricane came out of nowhere. The last hundred miles down to SPI, I thought I'd never see the road. We were floating in tons and tons of water. On the island, the water was all gone. Hot again, but beside the fantastic lapping waves and gorgeous sunrises and sunsets from the 8th floor of the condo. Pelicans and seagulls flying by. Helicopters. Beach patrol cars. Not so many people because it was the off season. I took my three-mile walk almost every morning and looked for shells. Shells mostly in pieces but lots of sand castles people had attempted. Jack fell in the water because the sand kept moving under his feet. Up again in a minute and waving from the picture you see here. Bye for now, Mariyn
