It’s true. NJ and Oregon are the only states in the nation that still has mandatory full-serve gas. At least you get something for those $4 + tanks of gas! I love that fact that so many things about NJ and about the shore are still the same. Mostly I love seeing all this through my children’s eyes and remembering my own time at the shore as a kid. This place is a wonderland for the kids.
I’ve had a chance to spend one-on-one time with all the kids already this week. Love them together but nothing beats one-on-one time. Eli and I are studying for his bar mitzvah in the evening together. During the day, I love riding our bikes and taking him to the Foundation Tennis Club for his lesson where I can sit and read, write and just enjoy the ocean breeze. Orly is my roommate at the beach and we read side by side in bed in the evening. When she’s not reading, she’s started writing music and lyrics for pop songs. Her first is called Popular. Here’s a taste. “I’m the poor girl in town just sitting around, waiting for something to happen with my life. Popular, popular. It's everything I want to be. Popular Popular. Just doesn't seem to happen to me. Just because I'm poor. Not working out a mansion door." Watch out miley cyrus. We also spent yesterday morning at a mosaic workshop where we collaboratively made a mailbox. It’s not quite ready for prime time and will probably serve more as a place to keep garden tools than be featured on the street. But it was good practice and I’ve fine tuned my ideas what I want our mailbox to look like. Lastly, Bram is still recovering from not having me entirely to himself as he did last week. Truly, losing me as his roommate has been traumatic for him. But we’ve finally sat down and started working on the official book of our love sayings. I tell Bram how much I love him and then he one-ups me many times over telling me how much more he loves me. For example, he loves me and I am more beautiful than the white house x 100 white houses put together. Apparently that’s a lot. I’ll take it.
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