Walking

If I had my druthers, I druther live on a mountain pond.   I love the quiet, pristine waters of a smaller body of water.
But there is something oh so special about the ocean, and the beach.

Walk with me, isn't it lovely?
It was really windy, and there weren't an overabundance of people.  I love walking Roy here, cause there's nothing to interrupt him.  Nothing to raise his leg on, nothing to sniff, so he is just WALKING.

And a few days away is an opportunity to eat some awesome food.  How about a little shrimp, broccoli and penne pasta??
It was SO good.

But back to the beach.
It was peaceful, and calming.  I found that for once I was walking the beach, and not thinking about anything.  No lists of things to do.  Just walking for the sake of it.

I feel like I have been yanked back from the edge, maybe one I made for myself.

How about an omelet???
Mushrooms, tomatoes, onions and cheese.  My fave.

I am not saying that I will be suddenly a sedate, older person, content to rock my life away.
No, not at all.
I don't think that's in my future.
I do think that I will be happier with me.
I already am.

I certainly won't squelch the crazy, impulsive qualities that make me...........me.

And DH knew that when he saw me wheeling my "first" shopping cart out with rolls of fabric.

You know that shopping carts tip over forward when loaded with 100 lbs of fabric??

We ended up with nearly 500 lbs of fabric.   I wanted more, but I will settle for this ............for now, at least.

Roy says:   There's just enough room for me, Mom.

                  Thanks.