|Getting hosed off in the backyard|
|Adding grout to a mosaic coffee table|
just another way I love to get messy
Later, after I had exulted in the paint job I had done, I'd get hosed off by my dad, jump in the pool, eat watermelon, whatever else we would do on a summer evening. My dad would hose off the back fence. I remember the strongest feeling I had was satisfaction.
|Basking in the sun and the mud at Glen Ivy Spa... |
see, even grown-up Roya digs (haha, get it?) the mud!