For this Monday. Today. A daily siren sounds at noon at
Stinson Beach. I was there today when it blasted, with my daughter and the
dog. No school today – optional
parent teacher conferences – we opted no and made it a beach day. An hour later
we were home and I learned of the horror at the Boston Marathon. The first
explosion happened at the same time the beach siren went off. I am so grateful
for this day with my daughter and send healing thoughts to all in Boston and to
those who were victimized by this violence. I am shielding myself and daughter from all visual coverage.
My son and I spent last weekend touring the campus and local
beach scene in Santa Cruz. He plans to start college there in the fall, needed to check it out the living
conditions.
Now, Monday, laundry and dirty dishes and snowdrifts of dog
hair have gathered in their favorite spots. Food-like things crunch underfoot as I walk by the piles in
the kitchen and reach for the leash, sending our 13 year old Aussi-Border collie into a complete Bieber fever spaz
attack complete with sneezing. If she could bounce on her hind legs and clap,
she would.
It is windy and chilly but I am seriously scoring in the
sand dollar hunt. The dog is going nuts, hunting eviscerated crabs and chasing
anything thrown. My daughter is walking behind me, head down in a hardback
library book, fighting the wind to turn the page. She observes with all the
wisdom of a twelve year old. ‘You know what the greatest thing is about Robert
Downy Jr., besides everything?’ then goes on to tell me some antidote from an
Avengers fan page.
Prepping my second son for the launch pad has me slowing
down with my daughter. The time
between seventh grade and the end of senior year is a much faster five years
than from kindergarten to fourth grade. So this day belongs to the beach, sand
dollars, a half and half soft serve cone at the Parkside, and a screening of
Mean Girls when we get home. The dog hair, crumbs, laundry unreturned emails
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Hope you enjoyed your day at the beach. What a contrast to the events in Boston. Sad. But good to know that life will go on, we do the best we can, and help where we can.
ReplyDeleteso right Claire, we do the best we can. Staying hopeful and ignoring media coverage as much as possible. bleh.
Deletei need a beach jaunt. looks wonderful
ReplyDeleteand i am so sad for those in boston. wish evil didnt have to be, but glad at those who stay strong and help!
Tara, yes, we all need a beach jaunt. so very grounding. Thankful for the helpers! Thanks for reading & commenting!
Delete"snowdrifts of dog hair"
ReplyDeleteYou definitely win the poem of the day award.
thanks, Janine!
Deletethere is nothing more magical than being at Stinson when the baby sand dollars wash up -- thanks for the memory!
ReplyDeleteit was crazy! you're welcome.
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