here we are crossing spider bridge. sasha played too much at home with doctor dad and we missed our beach time but i met a spanish boy who loved copp and kaya and started collecting sea glass for me and said he was bringing me a necklace he made of crab claws and oyster shells. the most amazing thing happened first. we were coming down the gangway and there was the lady in the fedora to whom i had asked the question is your dog my problem? i gulped and she said Good Morning and i said as casual, Good Morning and she asked how copp was with the heat, and we were actually talking! and i said he's ok with swimming, but the flies! he got a bloody nose! and she said Poor Baby and it sounded like Good Morning. maybe i'm amazed. i don't know what will come, or if her hub, who i called a wretched miserable mister man, will say Good Morning, but i am floating like a figure in chagall.