My Not Favoriteist Time Of The Year

I am, as is common for me this time of year, in Sanibel withdrawal.   There is something about being by the coast, the sound of the surf, the smell of salt, that feeds my soul.    Since I first saw the ocean at 17, I have wanted to have more of it in my life.    Of course, the ocean is just one of the things I wanted in my life, and it, like many of the others has eluded me.    I have said always that I wanted to live by water, that I wanted to spend more time where I could hear and see it.   I listen to my 6-year-old grandson saying the same, and hope he has better luck with his dreams.    Smart boy, he is dreaming them earlier than I did.    Maybe it will occur to him to make some money along the way!

Meanwhile, I spent the morning shooting a revolver at the pistol range and making tiaras.    Now I am cooking lentils, hoping that a bowl of hot pottage will warm my toes.