We're at the beach, in an attempt to extend our summer while celebrating our fiftieth wedding anniversary a tad early. Sure, we had Europe in the back of our minds. But Mambo absolutely must travel with us, these days. He would not survive the kennel, what with all his ailments. And he is precious. So, here we are, back at a top-five, favorite beach. And I assure you - not complaining one bit. Two weeks by the sea is beyond soothing… healing… a gift. Besides, after our aborted May trip, I needed an equine fix. My exquisite horses are threatened, as "civilization" builds up their eleven-mile stretch. That's for another day and another post, when I'll explain in detail. Meanwhile, I'm giving enormous thanks for all the years we've enjoyed Mr. Ed and his compadres in a truer wild. It all began, believe it or not, because of September 11th. Though we've been here since last Thursday, I'll address yesterday's sad anniversary, first. 'Cause you see, even as many enjoyed the beautiful, beach-y Sunday, all were honoring the day…
Post tragedy, when it became time to live again, we looked for places within driving reach. In the States. No-fly trips, though we managed Hawaii the following year. Yeah, we're chickens at heart, but Italy had been thwarted and a lot of dollars were lost… thus Corolla and our other haunts. I guess it's true that some good comes out of all bad, but it's bittersweet each time we are here, always remembering…
This small representation of human life lost… beyond words. My wish would be that all could be here, enjoying the gifts of life that are placed in front of us, daily, in one form or another… and enjoying. Johnny Mac expressed it well at yesterday's US Open, in his wish that all lost could be enjoying the event along with the thousands there. Yes, life goes on. But we can never forget, as we pray for…
PEACEFUL COEXISTENCE.
