Inland, where daughter Margot lives, it’s up in the hundreds. Here on the beach, the temperature is in the 90’s plus. Yesterday, we all headed to the bay to take Granddaughter Zoe fishing off the Shelter Island Pier. It was almost cool when we got there.
They all went out on the pier and stood in the sun with their rods and bait. I cheated. I found a bench just off the pier, and there I read my book and sipped my water. Every once in a while, I would dart into the daylight and take a picture or two. Reminding them when it was lunch time again took me out onto the pier. Four folks were fishing, and only Zoe caught fish.
They seemed to love the cool-me despite me.