That was not what I'd call a hard sale. "I haven't been there in a long time," the ex-teenager said wistfully. "I love spontaneous trips!" said the other. I grabbed dog food and we all headed off together, stopping at our neighborhood market to get some apples. And cash.
What a beautiful day! The teen-ager napped in the back seat for part of the drive. We parked in the garage at Foam and Prescott, and walked down to the beach. The sun was shining and the water was astonishingly blue. We took our shoes off and enjoyed the feel of the coarse sand. After looking at shells for a while we dried our feet, got our shoes back on, and went to the aquarium.
The aquarium is gorgeous, maybe even more so than I remember it. Seahorses are amazing creatures. I don't think I knew they were fishes. It's amazing how they move, using very thin fins. (These guys are not tunas.)
After 2–3 hours we're ready to look for dinner. We chose Sly McFly's, on Cannery Row at Prescott. Fish and chips, and clam chowder in a bread bowl -- not exactly health food but delicious and satisfying.
The drive home was uneventful. We talked some about college life, about some surprises and general thoughts as the ex-teenager is approaching graduation.
I'm a thankful man, to have both daughters home and to be able to enjoy this day with them and to hear their thoughts on life....
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:D
I didn't know seahorses were fishes either, until it came up in a round of 20 questions (and Jenny made fun of me for it).
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