I like the action. There are telephoto effect images to make it look more crowded. And there are people to populate the beach with activities like kite flying and fishing. It’s all interesting. Meanwhile we can stroll unimpeded. I would admit I miss the bikinis but Colleen would pinch me. Hey! Right about now it’s new year’s and they are readying to go into the ocean for new year’s day. Nope, not me.
I’m behind the times and don’t even know what it is. But, they do it in math class in the 5th grade now. It’s a puzzle game. Really! We participated in grandparent’s day at school. It’s not what it used to be (school). In fact, the gym was bigger than our entire elementary school. Yes, we went to the same elementary school – Elkins First Ward. The principle shoveled coal to keep us warm. And that darned school was smaller than the gym. In fact, we had no gym. Our exercise was in the yard of barren grass not the tennis court this school sported. Yeah, strangely different after decades. Progress.
Same sequence. We drove into the sunset. The effect was as spectacular. Pick. There were numerous keepers. It was hard to miss. The only rub was that I was shooting thru the car window as I drove and I had to wait to clear the hills in order to get a clear shot. Not bad. Don’t do this at home kids.
Pick. The nice thing about being on the road is that the sunset unfolds in front of you. You then have your pick. Evening glow, more glow, or urban traffic. You pick. I got the full experience.
We almost moved… not. But, there was one Saturday when the water rose and we didn’t know it. We are at sea level. And storms can come and raise the water level. But, on this particular day we were caught unaware. No rain and no storm, all the weather was out to sea. And the flooding was impressive. And the beach was gone. The water was right up to the dunes. And I thought that if the sea rose – with climate change – we would be underwater, and, perhaps we should be gone (from the neighborhood) before that sad day. Colleen had a new place picked out before the day was done. Scotland or Maine, pick. I’m sticking – for now. Packing is too nerve wracking.
I have been party to history. I remember where I was when Kennedy was shot… and where I was when 9/11… and where we all were when Sondland came and cheerfully gave up the Republican leadership. History. Tragic. But indelible. Where were you?
I have a lot to be thankful for. That was thanksgiving? And, this is now, another rare two post day. I had all of our kids in one place this summer. Not at the same time… but then Photoshop to the rescue. This was more difficult than herding my cats together. It is indeed a motley bunch. Family. Nice. It’s nice to be thankful.
Whenever we leave the cats are the first to protest. They gather. They know we are headed out. It’s the suitcases. That is the essential difference from a day trip. And they are smart enough to know full well what a suitcase implies. Sometimes they lie inside the bag as though we would pack and take them too. Other times they just gather outside the bedroom door and lie forlorn. Nutley lay upon the stair head hanging in resignation. I know it. They know it. And we all miss each other before anyone is out the door. Pitiful. You bet! We are away this Xmas. The cats miss us as we do them. We do our best. Someone loses and some win. Bittersweet.
We go/went to the library. They have/had a used book sale. I hand/handed off two books to Lee. She bought them. It was a joke – to me. She bought them. Do I surmise that she has issues? Or, was it me?
California. Museum. Boredom. Sometimes there is enough art, too much. I need to do some. So, I got the nearest willing subject and made her walk the museum for me. And then I made a composite. More fun. There are many ways to have fun in a museum. Aren’t there?