Yeti, our last dog’s favorite treat was a Greenie, a green starchy chewable bone-shaped object she could chew into bits and swallow in a minute of two. Green meanies are something else and they hurt my hand to hold, as I am in this photo. I wish people would pick them up so I didn’t have to.
Okay, “hate” is too strong. We have mixed feelings for a holiday we both loved as kids. Now we are aware of dangers to our health, sleep, and wildlife. We have legitimate concerns about injuries and the risk to property. We won’t even pretend that the people making all this noise care what they are doing or know how to do it safely.
Gary set up a decoy fort on the sand out front (we don’t go out on the 4th anymore) in order to, hopefully, discourage tourists from building a fire against a new huge drift log. (It’s illegal to burn drift logs, illegal to burn a fire bigger than a beach chair, and illegal to leave a fire unattended, but that doesn’t stop it happening.) This morning the robins sang, the seagulls returned, and we hope our local bats are okay.
Our granddaughter had her second heart surgery this morning. It went well. Minimally invasive and she may go home this afternoon. Incredible.
There’s more goodness…
Continue readingIt’s been a wild, hot, and anxious month. On this last day of June, we walked north to the headland and then south to the creek. As we approached our southern goal, Gary pointed ahead. “There’s Tammy,” he said. “She’s waving.” He waved back.
“Where?” I said.
It turned out to be a whirligig he was waving at, and we both laughed. “Don’t tell Tammy,” Gary said. But you know I can’t keep a secret.
People think they can burn plastic into nothing. No, it turns into lumps I pick up later.
And all those illegal fireworks? I am still collecting the refuse from the last blast.
However, most of the refuse Gary and I pick up is from ships at sea. I know this because it’s plastic and nylon rope and containers no one brings to a beach picnic.
Just so you know.
The sky just after sunset was not the color you see in the photo below. It was purely red and midnight blue, but my camera has a better eye than we do, so it captures the golden highlights of the set sun that we did not see at all. What we saw was a band of lipstick red. That’s what the human eye could perceive. I wish you had been here to see it too. Still, my camera has a pretty view. (The little yellow dot at the bottom left of center was a brief beach fire on the sand.)
May 2019 bring you joy and contentment, a deep sigh of pleasure, a dog or cat to pet, good meals, quiet walks, many good books, a brand new view of something genuinely marvelous. I just watched a video of a solitary narwhale traveling with a pod of beluga whales. We all need friends. He’s picked up their bubble-blowing habit and swims close. Have a look at the footage.
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