Me, winding down…
That’s a double entendre, by the way, whatever that is. Wind as in air, wind as in ending, get it? Well, I don’t.
I’ve been thinking. The end days of visits with guests or friends or family are always a little depressing, even while being not so depressing because everything is back to normal again and the rigors of daily life can begin again and mama and papa and I enjoy a little restful time, a quiet time, and we sort of regroup for the next batch. Actually there is not a next batch this summer as they all went off to foreign places and did not do their yearly stay here.
I think, too, we have to rethink this weather thing. It is changing so rapidly that we don’t know how to tell guests if it’s going to be fun for them or not when they come because sitting inside during a rainstorm in the summer is not what they plan on and if the wind is very, very strong, as it is here, it actually gets hard to WALK, much less do anything else.
One summer, one of the grandkids got taken out to sea on his windsurfer and the rescue boat had to go after him. And this year, another grandkid actually saw a FIN in the water next to him and was about to call for help but discovered it was another type of fish with a fin that is perfectly harmless, called a Moon Fish. But still…
Those fins sort of give you a shock when you’re out there on the water. Well, not me, because you wouldn’t catch me within a mile of that expanse of sea, much less IN it.
Opah, or moonfish, a harmless creature…
Still…
I hear the stories.
One surfboard rider last week had a real shark right behind him and he kicked at it and then PUNCHED it and it actually went away. But for a few moments, oh, boy!!
So I’m in my pyjamas today resting in the shad, come hell or high water. No pun intended.
And those kids can blow around all over the sea for all I care.
Just be home for my DINNER!
Haha, just kidding. No way are they giving me this. Plus I couldn’t get the shells out of my little teeth…
Mama’s yellin’ at me LOULOU, you don’t EAT the shells!!!
Hey, what do I know?
That lobster looks like he’s gonna drink the butter! We hope your dinner was served on time, Loulou.
ON TIME??? Are you kidding? I’m the one on time, not those guys! I’m here right at 6pm come hell or high water.
You had that for dinner? We haven’t ever seen anything like those and we’re afraid to ask what they are.
Do you mean the Opah or the lob? The opah was the fish my grandchild saw from his surfboard and thought was a shark! I’ve never seen one either. But I am VERY acquainted with that red thing. I just don’t get any…