Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.
--Tolstoy
Tolstoy didn't know my family. We're happy, but in our own way.
Palm Desert, May 18, with the thermometer hitting 110°. Only mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the noonday sun. And us, of course, but we're closer to mad dogs than to Englishmen.
What could be more natural, for a mildly eccentric family, than putting on a little costume drama, to while away the blazing desert hours?
No comments:
Post a Comment