My daughter Mariah says I am like those baby sea turtles, turn me loose & I head blindly towards the water.
Here, the beach is where you grow up...all my "firsts"happened on the Island...the first time I swam out to the sandbar, the first time I went off for a weekend without my parents, first kiss, first time I got to drive a car alone, we all piled in & headed for the beach. My first date with my future husband was there.
My first concious memory is the sound of the tires going over the bridge, taking me to the Island.
I loved living in the desert & I thought I would never leave the mountains, but as Tom says, "when you relax a little , you start rolling back downhill" and we always ended up back here, where the salt water smell means good times ahead.
A lot of my friends won't ride with me to the beach, because I never go home until the stars come out (or the beer is gone)
The warm Gulf waters are like amniotic fluid, cradling me, rocking me, the waves whispering , "everything's gonna be alright"
When I'm at the beach , it always is. That's where I go to celebrate, to lick my wounds & regroup, to run into the wind.
It's also where I get some of those wounds.
I was mentally 16 and forgot that I am physically 48.
I was wrestling with the teenagers in the surf, when I got a slipped disk in my neck.
What hurts worse is my doctor saying I have arthritis & degenerative disks. It sounds so (dare I say the word?) old. The doc told me to stay as active as I can, but after reviewing my chart (I went to him after I fell out of a tree last year) said , "maybe not that active."
Knowing I was all depressed, my dear Mariah, who knows me better than anyone else, woke me up the other day
"I took the day off, "she daid ,presenting me with my neck brace, which she had decorated with sequins & bright red fabric paint flowers, "we are going to the beach!"
"but it's raining, "I protested feebly.
"when has that ever stopped us?" she demanded,ever her mother's daughter.
so, Katherine, who is staying with us until her mom recovers from the Lagoon, Caitlin , Mariah & I tootled off into the storm, singing & laughing. We huddled under a pier & had a great time!
It pays to raise 'em right!