I got up early to walk on the beach. It is lovely. Quiet. Very small waves. Enough people strolling to make me feel a part of things.
I saw a heron in the water. My favorite bird. It walked very slowly through the water, head down. When it scrunched its body down, I thought it was going to fly, but it dipped its head down to grab a fish.
I didn't walk long because the sand was very soft and moveable under foot. Didn't want to fall on my ass. (Still protecting that wrist!)
There's a lovely porch swing hanging right outside our sliding glass door and I sat there and listened to people talking on their balconys. Spoke to a grandmother pushing a shopping cart full of grandchildren--one dressed in pink cowboy boots and one in the front seat with a head full of curls. A lovely girl child--Anderson.
I came back in and and made green tea, trying to stay quiet to keep people in bed. It worked for 3 minutes.
Still, it is nice to be around family. So far, so good. I'm going to try to read them Lily's blog about eating Skippy now. I'm betting I get through maybe a paragraph before they interrupt me!
(Oh, yesterday, I did sample 5 of the 6 kinds of cake that my mom & aunt brought between them (we traveled 7 hours; they traveled 9 with them.) But my goal for today is to taste only one or none at all.)
July 22, 2018 Needed
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