Back on Board with Mr. Crabby

Published September 12, 2019 by Nan Mykel

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.

4 comments on “Back on Board with Mr. Crabby

  • Nice to see you back and to hear of the wonderful time you had. Would’ve loved to see a pic of the crab – at least? Since it’s a new computer you’re probably still finding your way. Hope you retrieve your belongings that got left behind.

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