A Day At The Beach
I usually reserve Sunday for a Day At The Beach with my daughter. It's our Mother/Daughter gab fest and catch-up in person day. We often pack food and drinks for a picnic, and we laugh, eat, swim and people watch. This past Sunday was cold! We didn't even venture into the water as it looked murky which to us means 'shark-water'. Sand kept blowing into our mouth as we laughed, but we stuck it out for a least an hour shivering in our bikinis before packing it in. We looked for whales which often blow off this particular beach. Alas, no sightings. This year has been a bad year for whale sightings, as I might have mentioned before in this blog--if not, in another blog posting. We have conjectured where have all the whales gone? Sonar? Another island? Not hanging close to shore as they usually do? We don't know, but we do know it makes us very sad to see zero whales!