I went to the beach. To Tybee. It's weird, when I was in middle school I didn't like that beach. I was always glad to go, but it did not meet up to my movie image of what a beach should be. It's the closest to Atlanta but has a lot of sea grass in the dunes and not exactly clear water. Now, I love it. I've been to beaches in Thailand, Malaysia and Indonesia but for some reason, Tybee warms my heart. I love the old fifties cottages we rent, the unimaginative fried shrimp places and the back river where I can see the lighthouse light from all of the way across the island. I like Chu's, where I buy a six pack while walking to the beach and admiring all the houses on Chatham. Then, I sit. And look at the sea and swim in it.
Texts started coming in two days ago. Paw Ku and Kaw had "failed" Milestones for the second time and were going to be retained. I was horrified. I love those kids and will miss them, but they should not live in elementary school. I am a 190 day employee and don't work during the summer, but this was bullshit. I was in the sweltering back yard, turning my phone into a hot spot so that I could request interpreters. I was not giving up on them. It turns out I didn't have to do a lot, they already had it in hand and my boos are going to sixth grade. But lord, why freak me out like this? And, them.
I was listening to "Mexican Radio" on my phone. I thing that song is really misunderstood. I love Mexican radio. I love being on the border. I love picking up the signals that seem so far away, though it is a matter of miles. I love not knowing but wanting to know "what did he say?". And, there are a lot of hot winds on my shoulder right now. The song is referring to the Santa Anas, but jesus, Atlanta is boiling alive right now.
It is seriously like hot breath in here.
*Title, Fleetwood Mack, duh
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