Have Dessert First

 

Last Thursday was Groundhog Day. I missed it. Yes, as a matter of fact, I was re-living another day. 365 Days previous was The Day My Mom Died.

I got very little done last week. No laundry. Kept falling asleep. Really don’t have a clue how dinner got done. I had other obligations too that I let fall through the cracks. And, man!, did I have a headache.

A friend of my Mom’s occasionally “tags” me in a pic on FB that have my Mom or the beach in them. The beach was her favorite place to go. She’d smear some jelly & peanut butter on a piece of bread, fold it, grab a bottle of water, her hat, & a towel & she was gone. It didn’t matter if it was August or February, as long as it was nice enough to walk on the beach.

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Of course, there were times were getting to the beach just wasn’t going to happen. Fortunately my family lives on the coast & there is lots of Water. Going down to the dock to feed seagulls was an option. The Waterfront Park is a few minutes away, and you can get lunch while sitting outside in the shade. Or just out on the deck. At high tide the river comes up to the back yard. The next door neighbor has a dock, & some summers you can watch an otter playing on it.

Mom was known for (*ahem*, occasionally) playing hookey from work to go to the beach. She was also known for saying “We had better have dessert first, in case we don’t have room later”.