Sorry I forgot to say I was going on vacation for a month, but I’m back now. A newer model computer was made available to me, but it intimidated me, and tho I wrote (and lost) mucho, blogging seemed beyond my ken. I returned, having left my phone and address book at Tybee Island (they were under the bed covers), and due to the use of different computers managed to lose my e-mail password, and so I am at loggerheads, if that’s the correct expression.
Earlier in the day prior to arriving at the beach, a horseshoe crab had washed up on shore, and surfers wrote in the sand, Rest in Peace, Mr. Crabby. They deposited his remains next to a garbage can on the outskirts of the beach, and when my granddaughter and I arrived and spied Mr. Crabby–well, I had to claim, de-gut, baptise him in clorox and then in rubbing alcohol, followed by drying him in the sunshine during the rest of the month. Fortuitously, I am much better at breathing through my mouth than all the rest of the family, so while they gagged I forged ahead, and by the time we returned to Ohio he was able to ride in my daughter’s car without her being crabby also. His current destination: my living room wall. He measures 12 x 27 inches (including his tail). Figuring out how to hang his heavy, fragile self will be a challenge. Suggestions welcome.
I also managed to carry home shells, Spanish moss, a couple of feathers, wheat grass, beach sand, plus a nice shark’s tooth which was found during the final five minutes of our beach vacation. One or more collages are anticipated.