Selfies In Search of Snacks.
In the boathouse, under the freeway bridge in Tempe…
(No children’s stories start that way? Weird.)
I was substitute coaching a Rowing class.
There was an event that Sunday morning…Blockades made it nearly impossible to get to the boathouse.
While I am waiting for anything…I, of course, require a snack.
Thinking myself to be fairly clever, I went and raided one of the High School team’s fridges in search of a snack…but to no avail.
Disappointed, doesn’t even begin to describe my mood for that morning.
(My face doesn’t reflect my real mood.)