Hey there Mr. Blue
We're so pleased to be with you
Look around see what you do,
Everybody smiles at you.

Hey you with the pretty face,
Welcome to the human race
A celebration Mr. Blue Sky's
Up there waitin' and today
Is the day we've waited for

Mr. Blue you did it right,
But soon comes Mr. Night,
Creepin' over, now his
Hand is on your shoulder,
Never mind - I'll remember you this way.
- Mr. Blue Sky, Electric Light Orchestra, OST Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

I don't think I will ever learn to wear suntan lotion at a beach. I just like frying, and being pink in the face, as if that's something to show for it. Today we explored puke-inducing swings, distorted raps, lost peacocks, self-dunking, polar bears for polar bears, stolen clothing found in trees and sweet if sappy farewell songs.
Ohhh. Groan. I'm going to cry now, over things that cannot be helped. Only they can, they can.
My dad ran in asking me how to spell "sympathies", as he scribbled it on an envelope. He's going to attend the wake of his classmate's husband, a year older, who collapsed after a workout in the gym. Which, of course, reminds me more of how I can and should be helping this.