Showing posts with label beach. Show all posts
Showing posts with label beach. Show all posts
Monday, January 5, 2026
Saturday, July 2, 2022
Thursday, June 24, 2021
At the beach!
If you see this man wandering the beach mumbling, "I'm here, I'm really here." Simply smile, wave and, perhaps, throw him a piece of cheese.
Yes, it's true he looks strange but what you're seeing is a mixture of happiness, delight and possibly a mild case of heat stroke.
Monday, April 12, 2021
My backyard or the beach? ...Hmm!
I was thinking today about being at a beach; a warm
tropical beach, not a cold one. To be clear, I am not at a beach, I’m in my
backyard watching Lucy and Finley roll around in the grass. It’s nice but it’s
not the same. It’s quite a bit colder and wearing my swimsuit seems to have
been a slightly awkward choice.
I’m pretty sure God’s favorite place is a tropical beach. I can’t find a Bible verse to establish this idea as true it just seems to me that it is a self-evident truth like, for instance, the widely accepted self-evident truth that chocolate is the most nutritious vegetable.
Anyhow, the important point to keep in mind is this: a warm tropical beach is slightly better than my backyard.
Tuesday, December 31, 2019
Monday, July 9, 2018
Sunday, July 10, 2016
CricketMan CricketMan... Does Whatever A Cricket Can
My sister-in-law Paula said, “Hey look at this guy!”
It was a large cricket with pretty colors moving
slowly through the sand. As I looked at the creature I was struck with an
impulse to reach down and let him crawl onto my hand. So I put my hand in front
of him and, sure enough, he crept onto my palm.
I said, “I wonder if he will bite.”
Paula said, “No way. He won’t bite.”
Nadia said, “He might.”
As he began crawling up toward my wrist I said, “He
has some great colors. Get a picture while he is on me.”
Normally, people can easily reach their phones in
less than 10 seconds but we were at a beach and the phones had been stashed
away in duffel bags or beach totes and so they searched for phones while the
cricket continued crawling up my arm.
By the time photos were actually taken the large
cricket had ambled up my arm, onto my shoulder, around to my back and then up
to my neck.
It was a strange feeling, sort of ticklish and
slightly creepy as he gripped and un-gripped his cricket feet moving around my
neck.
When he eventually bit me it hurt but truthfully it
was not terribly painful. It was like a strong pinch. The problem was that it
caught me off guard and made me nervous because I wondered if there were any
potentially significant negative effects from a cricket bite.
This all happened several hours ago.
In the past 10 to 15 minutes I have noticed the
emergence of… let’s see… how can I put it? I do not know an accurate way of
describing it. I have noticed the emergence of something I can only describe as
“powers.”
I know you’re probably laughing and rolling your
eyes but I suddenly have capabilities I never used to possess. For example, two
minutes ago I easily jumped over a bus without really giving it much thought.
And just before that I ate close to 1 acre of a local farmer’s crops.
Oh well… I’m going to take an aspirin and lie down. I
guess I’ll be fine in the morning.
Monday, June 27, 2016
Distress And Rejoicing At The Beach
Our beautiful summer day was suddenly interrupted by
the frantic cries of a mom who quickly got the attention of dozens of people at
the very busy Siesta Key Beach.
I stood up and walked in her direction. Even though
she was screaming, I couldn’t hear exactly what she was saying. But I thought
it might have something to do with a child so I wanted to help, if possible.
Sure enough, as I got closer I saw the woman acting
in a panicked manner at the edge of the water. Her child was missing. Seven or
eight other people were gathering around her, as well. Now I could hear her
clearly though she was so frightened and frenzied she wasn’t making complete
sense. She was turning in circles calling her daughter’s name.
People were attempting to get information from the
mom.
“What is her name?”
“What is she wearing?”
“Where was she playing when you last saw her?”
The beach was very busy and there were scores and
scores of people in the water in this particular area. People were looking in
every direction calling out the little girl’s name. “Christiana!”
We were looking, with hope and concern, for a six-year-old
girl in a pink bathing suit.
This search probably went on for 7 or 8 minutes but
it seemed much longer.
Then we saw a woman coming from the water holding a
little girl by the arm.
When the mom saw them she burst into tears.
Christiana looked bewildered but she also had a look
on her face that seemed to indicate the realization that she might be in a bit
of trouble. Her mom took her in her arms and sobbed. Loud sobbing.
It is hard to describe the sound of a mom sobbing
for her children but when you hear it, it is hard to forget.
When something priceless was lost and is then found
there is great rejoicing.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Video: A Mostly Good January Day
This is a good video for those of us who live in Chicago, since we've had a "historic snowfall"!
Click here for video!
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Click here for video!
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Saturday, January 8, 2011
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