back at the beach!

I made it!

After a glass (OK, it was actually two) of nice red wine, I accepted the kind invitation of my husband and son to accompany them on an evening fishing trip to the beach. At first I had said no, as I had another bad case of the "poor me's." However, after I watched them getting ready, and I thought about the sacredness of this ninth anniversary of our country's tragedy, I decided I totally needed to get a grip....

The Glad trash bag I grabbed from under the sink covered my NASA issue moon brace just fine, and I held it all together with a yellow chip clip. My crutches worked just fine in the sand, and NOW here I sit in the open air listening to the surf and the seagulls saying my OceanPrayers.

God is Good.