at the beach, so to speak

Every time my ex was between radio jobs, he'd tell everyone he was "at the beach".

Not that he ever was, in truth.

He was not a big fan of great sandy expanses with actual dust in the wind.

I'm sure he would have heartily disliked Kansas.

Hahahaha hahaha!

That's a joke with a pun or two, y'all!

In honor of his being a deejay for oh so many years, ya know.

(smile!)

I truly was at the beach today - literally!

These days, I'm always at the beach, at least figuratively, since I am retired.

(smile!)

This time, my physical presence was needed there.

Why?

It's the last day of summer!

Not that you'd know it from the temperature.

Although the bank's gauge, in its brick edifice, had declared that measurement as 75°F, that was only up on Butler Avenue.

Down on the sand, with the brisk breeze off the water, it felt about ten degrees cooler.

This little crab didn't seem to mind, though.

I didn't mind, either.

Well, not too much.

I'd dressed in shorts and a memento t-shirt from a Gray's Reef Ocean Film Festival, that flirty and feminine orange one I like.

This photo I like, too, as it shows the ends of my long hair whipping in the wind.

See that fringe in the crook of my arm?

That would be my hair!

(smile!)

 

And these would be my shoes, left foot forward!

Yes, indeed, these pretty little 'sandals for dancing' 

that I'd bought before my birthday60 in Las Vegas with Elvis, Elvis, Elvis!

What a fabulous time that had been -

i thank You, God!

And aren't these sea oats so lovely?

Here's a funny thought that occurred to me as I was walking up the ramp toward the Atlantic Ocean.

As I was admiring the blue sky and the murmur of the waves, I couldn't help noticing that the sea oats on the dunes looked very much - I mean, very much - like the hairs along my chin.

More personal meaning from a scene at the beach!

First the hair atop my head, now the hair on my face!
Very nice!

Ho, what's this I espy with my little eye?

Horseshoe crab tracks?

The trail of a lost loggerhead sea turtle?

Hahaha! Gotcha!!!

That's just something I do when I'm on seaside, walking backwards while digging my toes into the sand and then swirling outward.

So much fun!

This is one of my favorite activities at the shore, too - sitting and rocking in one of these wooden swings, with my brain on idle.

The kiss of the sun for comfort,

the sound of the sea for peace,

one is nearer God's heart

at the ocean

than any place else on Earth.
Just a little poem to mark the occasion, in memory of Mama.

(smile!)

 

Speaking of my mother, there she is!

Flying above me, gliding over the blue depths, through the blue skies, on angelic wings!

I must admit, I was lost in the song of the waves until she swooped into my line of sight.

What a pleasant surprise!

How glad I was to see her here at Tybee, one of her favorite summertime haunts!

Then Father Time came trudging along.

Tick tock, tick tock, the meter is nearing the end of its purchased allotment!

Eight quarters had bought me an hour of parking -

now, I needed to mosey along!

I had succeeded in my quest to visit the beach on this last day of summer...

time to go somewhere warmer!

(smile!)