Feeling rather reflective today. Thought I’d redistribute this post related to my journey….
Original Post Date May 01, 2013 at 06:58 PM
The author celebrates her birthday by remembering why she moved to the beach in the first place.
My dog is dying. Gracefully, in the form a leaf browned takes as it detaches from its tree, floating floating towards its destination.
As he physically expires I’m more concentrated on his comfort and less on my own. So to no surprise did I get to this week feeling tense and exhausted and oh yeah, it’s my birthday on Sunday.
Monday I left Bobby T in charge of Bear and I went out. I housed a 2 cake, 2 sausage, 2 eggs breakfast at Skyway Jack’s. I then drove to the southernmost point of St. Pete Beach. There was a line at the parking station. Tourists, I sighed. A woman with too many kids and inflatables in tow asked me what was wrong with…
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