As I came up to Fonzie this morning I saw that he had made a friend. She was just laying there on top of him so I kind of propped her up so she would look more fancy. I think it made them both look happy.
Besides that, it's the last day of school so that means it was my last morning walk without having to drag along a grumpy 10 year old or get grandma to babysit. I was trying to feel sad or wistful about it but I just couldn't & didn't. It was a beautiful morning, as always, and walking on the beach just makes me feel so good. It makes me live in the moment and it really is the best therapy.
Lately most days I've filled both of my shorts pockets up with shells (I've been calling them "two pocket days") and today was no exception. It's a paradise of shells every morning. My new bigger shell bowl is overflowing and now I've also nearly filled up a big Tupperware container. I'm thinking I need to do some kind of art project with the shells, like making jewelry or mirror frames. I want to put them to good use in a way that I can enjoy looking at them daily.
Also, the Nordic god face on the wall by the pier? I've been calling him Pookie. Not a very godlike name, but that makes it kind of funny & I think the name will stick.
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