Another beach moment
We have a new fowl in the area. One, only. I haven’t actually seen him, but he signals the rise of the sun, early. And then every five minutes or so until dark, in case we hadn’t got his message. I find myself musing about how well he would fit into my large pot. After a few hours of calm, I could announce that my soup is ready.
I am not actually about to steal chickens. The foxes have the corner on that profession. But I do like to think that I (perhaps) inherited some of the lifeskills that allowed my ancestors to exist. Persist. Chicken soup for the soul.
We are back from our evening walk on the beach. Don’t imagine the activity as boring. Every day, the beach changes. At a macro level. If you keep the waves to one side, (and reverse on the homeward leg), you won’t err. The biggest moment of trust comes when you cross a stream. No way to dertermine depth, so you hitch your pant legs up. That’s my strategy, and I haven’t wet more than a kneecap, to date. We shall see what happens tomorrow.
Talked to some people on the beach that know people. In this case, the family that used to “shelter” moe after school, in Grade One. I had my details right, despite a sixty year gap. When you get to my age, the fun just ramps up. I’d like to meet the kids from that family. Reminisce about teachers, and classmates, and a communal water tap. Not sure that would be a feature, in today’s school system.
