Music, Pool Time, September Sunset at Home
A whole day without leaving the house, which suited everybody fine. Morning went to records — pulled the Hendrix Monterey album out, the Pink Floyd double, some Bill Evans from the basket. The old Sonos gear on the dresser still does its job.
Afternoon was pool time. The girls floated around on noodles for a good stretch while I mostly stayed dry. The dog got me instead, one long lick across the face when I sat down in the car for a minute.
The sun went down orange and hazy behind the hill — you could look right at it, which is never a great sign in September around here. Somebody's Crocs were still sitting on the pool ledge when it got dark. The umbrella lights came on and threw a white hexagon down onto the water, and we left them going a while.