birds+steak+chuck norris=today

Violet loves the beach. She loves the vast expanse of freedom it allows, and the marvel that comes when nothing is off limits or breakable. She loves running back and forth in the surf as she does her best to avoid getting “tagged” by a wave. She loves bringing us handfuls of sand as a present and discreetly placing it in our pockets when we seem less than impressed. Most of all, she loves chasing the birds. The birds in question being ducks, sandpipers, and of course seagulls, treat her as a minor annoyance they could live without and spend most of their time on the beach with one eye fixed on her. That all changed tonight. She discovered that if you throw rocks at them, they think it is food and a bevy of curious ducks spent their evening trying to get close enough to get the food, but not close enough to get hit by a rock. I taught her to throw the rocks. is that bad? I think all the onlookers thought so.

I’ve decided that my favorite time of day here is dusk. It’s my favorite time of day anywhere because I like twilight, and I am not a morning person.  Dusk on the cape after a hot day is the most perfect thing in the world other than new-baby-smell. The water is warm, the sand is soft, the sea breeze caresses with the same wind that just danced in waves, and everyone is grilling steaks so that the whole air becomes one giant concert of beautiful smells. Fire. Steak. Salt air. Flowers. Steak. Juicy steak. I could never be a vegetarian.

Today we went to a newcomers class at the church we are attending here on the cape. I don’t think we fully realized that it was less of a meet-and-greet, and more of a three-hour in-depth overview of the church’s worldview, background, and role in the community. It was very interesting, but there wasn’t really a section where the people who were only going to be staying for another two months could just pop in and just say hi. In the middle of this full-on filling-in-the-blanks session my husband passed me a note. This is what it said.

Chuck Norris is the reason Waldo is missing.



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