I woke up, and was "at it - to get it done"; jumped in the shower, trimmed my bangs, & scheduled a hair trim for next Wednesday, because my hair ends are looking kinds shabby and ragged …
And when Holland woke up and was alert enough, we drove into Long Beach to grab a couple Shrimp & fries meals, at "The Corral" Drive-In: I did a double-take and busted out laughing when I got back to the 4x and saw that the dollar bills Holland had handed me from the ATM withdrawal, sparkled with enough glitter to match my eyeglasses 😂🤣
Then before we came back home, we went to the beach for about an hour, since the Day was so warm & sunny - there was a little wind, but not enough to whip sand up 😊
Pelicans & seagulls covered so much beachfront 😳 and air space: they were everywhere, in extensive flocks.
Salmon, Steelhead, Chad, Herring, and possibly Smelt were swimming close to shore … and being picked off by dive-bombing pelicans & swoop-diving seagulls - and we saw what we think was a possible gray whale, also foraging the abundant schools of fish swimming through the gentle ocean waves:
It was still pretty warm inside Independence, so I opened the door to let the fresh air waft through the screen door - and turned the overhead fan on to circulate …
Then, I repotted my houseplants, so they can spread their roots and sprawl prettily:
And when I logged into FB, I was informed that my baby brother has died. For a brief span of time I had to remind myself to breathe in and out in a controlled manner as I informed my husband of a man's death, who for all intents and purposes, was basically a stranger to both of us. Holland is a good man - he listened attentively and let me ramble on about childhood memories he wasn't privy to (my husband is a good man). I fielded text messages with FB Messenger & my phone. A few tears fell - not because I was overwhelmed with grief … we were basically strangers as adults … but I am sad for all the missed opportunities, and the missed possibilities. I am sad for the wife he leaves behind. I am sad because I do not think I will see him again, in the afterlife.
He was my mother's coddled baby, all his life (he was born very premature and she pampered him - he could do no wrong, in her eyes); and I am sure they are together, again.
I just breathed, and let it be.









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