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Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Just another day...
As she walks down the beach, a slight breeze blows through her hair and sun is shining warmly on her face. The tide is coming in and the waves are splashing against her ankles while the wet, warm sand squishes between her toes with each step. She sighs to herself and thinks how this is just the perfect place to be. She turns her head towards the ocean and can taste the salt water with each wave as it crashes towards the shore. Looking towards the horizon, she sees the dolphins doing an acrobatic show just for her. As she pulls her skirt around her legs, she takes a seat just at the water's edge to enjoy her surroundings before the sun completely sets and wonders if she could move here and start her business over. Since she was three years old, she has loved the ocean and the peaceful feeling it gives her to sit on the beach. Leaning her head back to allow the last few minutes of the sun to shine on her face, she senses someone is walking towards her and is able to tell who it is by the smell of his cologne. He places his hand lovingly on her shoulder and she tilts her head to allow her cheek to rest on the back of his hand as she hears the voice of Abu the store owner in her ear.........TIME TO WAKE UP SLEEPY HEAD! SCREECH SCREECH SCREECH WAKEY WAKEY. Ugh! The alarm clock has sounded its annoying tone at 530am. The alarm clock that her husband thought was hilarious because of all the annoying voices that it plays....sounds that you could not sleep through or ignore when it was time to get up. Well, there goes my wonderful dream. Darrell is up like a champ to get ready for his 24 hour shift at the fire house and I just want to go back to sleep. Which I did as he showered, woke up when he kissed my forehead good bye and drifted back to sleep for a few seconds and woke to him closing the front door. Ok, I can go back to sleep for just a little bit longer. Maybe I can get back into my dream. Just as I felt myself drifting away, it was not the cool breeze by the ocean that I felt on my face. It was the hot stinky breath of the dogs. Granted only two of them can stand beside the bed to breathe in my face, Pete, the corgi, has to jump up on the bed and plant himself on my chest. Not only do I get his hot breath but also a paw to the side of my face. You can just hear him saying, "Hey you...Human! Get up, I have to pee." Maybe I can just ignore them and they will give up and go back to sleep. No such luck. They know I am awake and start body slamming the bed. Ok, Ok, I am up. As soon as I move to sit up and put on my slippers, the dogs are doing a dance. I haven't quite figured out if its the pee pee dance or hurray Mom is up dance. Either way, all three are all over me and under foot. If I don't move fast enough, Shadow, the rott, gooses me in the rear...an indication I need to hurry up. Outside they all go and I come back in to fix myself a cup of tea to enjoy on the front porch watching the sun come up and thinking how lucky I am to be here. A few hours pass and I head to the post office. I watched as the clerk wrote down the date....oh my! It's my birthday! I completely forgot. Oh well, just another day.
The best seat in the house!! I needed to see over the heads of the family members that gathered outside the church waiting for the new couple to emerge through the wall of bubbles that were being blown in their direction... so I climbed in the back of the couples truck!
Nice thought on my birthday....this was the Red Hat Society parade entry in Delaware.
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