This is Point Reyes. It's supposed to have "good tidal pools". This must be relative to some place I never want to visit. The tidal pools are like the swimming... better in the telling than the actual doing. I reckon the marine life does not like the cold Californian Pacific water any more than we humans. There was only a few molluscs and the odd anemone... hardly anything either colourful or dangerous.
Dad tried to teach me how to speak Pig Latin. Darn it, I cannot
say a word without the initial sound. I can say what the sound is,
I can guess at the letter it starts with, but dammit I simply
cannot say the word without the initial sound.
I could only say 'erinda or 'ocolate 'ilk once I had heard
Dad say it. I can tell that Erindamay is me, I can find a word
to rhyme with almost any other word, but I cannot
chop off that first plosive to say the rhyming part
by itself. Isn't that weird?
Where is Ollie Ackssay when you need him?
Diary: 5.01 years old (Dec 2003)
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