Quote of the day...er...week...umm...hey, look, a quote!!

Tibi gratias agimus quod nihil fumas.

It says "...freedom of...", not "...freedom from...".

Nolite te bastardes carburundorum!

"It's amazing to me how many people think that voting to have the government give poor people money is compassion. Helping poor and suffering people is compassion. Voting for our government to use guns to give money to help poor and suffering people is immoral self-righteous bullying laziness. People need to be fed, medicated, educated, clothed, and sheltered, and if we're compassionate we'll help them, but you get no moral credit for forcing other people to do what you think is right. There is great joy in helping people, but no joy in doing it at gunpoint." - Penn Jillette

Friday, May 15, 2009

I'm Beachy

We visited with my Uncle for a bit this morning. We chatted about this and that, met some family we didn't yet know, and Mum and I showed Uncle T our tattoos. Cousin C (Aunt D and Uncle T's daughter) thought they were cool. I'm not sure if uncle T knew what to make of them...but I think...maybe...he was a little pleased. Eventually, we hauled the Evil Genius to the beach. He was keen to play in the sand and waves.

The trouble was, the beaches we remembered swimming and playing on weren't there any more - all condos and waterfront developments, now. We finally found some county beach...


...which looked lovely, and was quite nice...but we couldn't really swim. It seams the hurricanes of the last few years have done a number on the shore, and where one used to be able to walk out on silken sand and swim with ease, it's now quite stony and rough, with a number of break zones to provide chop.

We managed to have a lovely time, anyway - Bird helped Gramlin hunt for shells and played with us in the surf.

It was a beautiful day, windy, enough cloud to keep the sun from cooking us...

...and lots of treasures on the beach. in addition to several coconuts and a few million sea urchins, there were some corals and sponges to be found.

We've only been back in our room for a little while, and are heading out soon - we plan to have dinner before the visitation so we can stay for the whole thing if we want without worrying about the Evil Genius getting hungry.

My Uncle seems to be holding up well...he's surrounded by friends, kids, grandkids, and us weirdos, and I think he had quite a while to get used to the idea of Aunt D's passing...but I think he'll be lonely when we're all gone, and I'm hoping he will find something to sustain him when the house is once again silent.

Today, we spent some time living, and it was good.

1 comment:

Cygnus MacLlyr said...

MMM...
I try to read, but, self-centered adrenalin junkie that I be, the waves in the background beckon...

Certainly he (Uncle) will be lonely...
hard to let it be and not try to fix, but as it is part of the grieving/ healing process, part of the Cycle... would that that may ease the thing some...

Condos... BITE.

Um, and... TATTOOS?!? If Swans had eyebrows, this one's would be raised in uncle-envious curiosity...