Sunday, January 17, 2016

A moment to remember, a moment of forgetfulness

Last night the wind picked up and storms moved into our area. An hour's south of us there were tornadoes, but our area was spared. I looked into the newspaper to see when low tide was for the beach nearest us. A walk on the beach and some beach-combing would be a good way to spend time with my son Ibrahim.

 The winds swept the beach clean and the surf was rough. The air was cold but exhilarating. 

We had the windswept beach mostly to ourselves.
Ibrahim chasing sea birds.
We found some treasures, shells, limpets and a bit of driftwood.
It continued to be cold and windy all day but by evening the wind had died down. My mom needed some things from the pharmacy so I told her I would take her to get her out of the house for a while. I asked her to get ready and went to get ready myself . When I came downstairs I found my mother wandering around. "Darn it! I can't find my socks! Where are my socks!" she exclaimed. "Have you tried looking on your feet, Mom?" I asked. They were there, of course. We laughed and finished getting ready to go.

Lots of memories to remember.


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