The other day Jessie was having a rough day and I told her, "You guys need a beach day."
Even as I said it, I knew we did too.
This morning she texted that they were indeed going to head over to Mashes Sands which is on the Ochlocknee Bay to the place they found a while back where you have to cross under a board on a half-destroyed dock to get to. It's such a cool little spot. Not really the beach because it's not on the Gulf but there's water and there's sand and there are birds and fishes and today there were lots and lots of hermit crabs in the tannin-stained, tea-colored water.
It was so fun. Mr. Moon and I stopped on the way down at a huge convenience store and got sandwiches and chips to take with us. Aside from the fact that we were the only people there wearing masks, it was a pleasant experience. Even the cops who'd stopped in to get their own lunches weren't wearing masks.
It's like everyone has decided that there is no more covid. Done.
Meanwhile, of course, Florida is leading the nation in cases and deaths. Or close to it anyway. We are now calling our governor Doctor DeathSantis.
But hey! Moving on, we got down to the meeting place and discovered that the channel which "our" little island had sat in had all filled in with sand since we'd last been there, changing the landscape a bit but not too much. It actually made crossing to the area we wanted to go easier so that was fun. But it was odd. And a reminder that the coastline is ever-changing, ever mutating- a living thing.
So many questions! I need to do a little studying on them.
It's a crab-eat-crab world, y'all.
And it's not so much the body's changings that yanged their horrid voices yesterday; it was so much more about the things I have not done, or did do, that I wish I could go back and rethink and try to make right but never can.