The less men think, the more they talk.

Late afternoon swim. Little Howrah Beach. January 2014.

I think that I owe you a Q and A. How about the Summertime meme?

1.) What first tells you that Summer is here?

The girls are showing a lot more of their thighs.

2.) Name your five of your favourite distinctively Summer habits or customs.

Swimming, snorkelling, evening runs, early-morning walks and fruit platters.

3.) What is your favourite smell of Summer?

The beach.

4.) What is your favourite taste of Summer?

Icy poles.

5.) Favourite Summer memory?

Swimming during intense electoral storms.

6.) Extreme heat or extreme cold? Which would you choose and why?

Hot hot hot!

7.) What books do you plan to read for the season?

Good books!

8.) What is your favourite part of summer?

Anything involving the water.

9.) What's your favourite quintessentially summer food? Least favourite?

Fresh berries are my favourite. I don’t usually eat what I don’t like.

10.) Best beverage to beat the summer heat:

Water.

11.) Least favourite/most annoying thing related to summer?

Sand on my towel is frustrating.

12.) Pick one: the lake /the beach.

Beach, baby beach baby give me your hand, give me somethin' that I can remember!

13.) Most amusing summer vacation trip you've ever taken?

Amusing? I don’t really think any fit. I’ll say Burnie in 2011.

14.) Most ridiculous/ cringe-inducing/ blush-provoking summer outfit you have seen? (Bonus points if you yourself were wearing it!)

There was a wig a bloke was wearing the other day…

15.) Your absolute dream summer afternoon would be

A stroll, a swim, an ice cream to follow up.

16.) If you could go anywhere on summer vacation where would you go?

Somewhere with warm water and lots of fish.

Comments

smudgeon said…

"intense electoral storms"

A typo, or a strangely apt visual?

Feels weird not seeing your kids every day in the blogosphere. Hope you and your family are all doing finely.

11 February 2014 at 11:22

Kris McCracken said…

They're still all over these Internets. Mainly Facebook but the Flickr updates are reasonable constant: http://www.flickr.com/photos/krismccracken/.

11 February 2014 at 11:40

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