Before getting out of town for the beach, we stopped at the fish ladder on the Grand river. There a family of ducks lingered close to man’s waterfall, a picnic table was set out in the water, and there was a sign that disallowed fishing. I hope the fish know how to use a ladder.
We went to P.J. Hoffmaster state park for the beach- named for the founder of much of Michigan’s state parks. The water was clear and there were many people, whom we walked far from. Etta floated and I read the Sunday paper, which I usually get around to reading a few days later, like on a Wednesday. It occurred to me later that what I had read in the news was current, from today.
Today is buzzing.
Dude! You got the world’s most frustrating blog. I come across a picture like this and I wonder — of course, ’cause who wouldn’t? — damn, dude, what the fuck is that?! But no. You don’t help me. Not a word. Just a picture.
So, dude! What the fuck is that?