Is this not the coolest carving of turtles?
It's in Newport Beach, a few miles from Lincoln City at the Oregon Coast Aquarium. Yet they have no turtles on display to enjoy. I hope it's because they wanted them to stay happy and free.
Crazy4coens has been talking about going to the beach. She asked me about a beach in my neck of the sticks. I decided to drag out my photographs of Lincoln City's beaches for her to try on and see how they feel.
I figure just about everyone likes the beach and the rest of you won't mind.
I have no clue who that person above is. I do that an awful lot... take photos of strangers. I think I lack the proper patience of a true photographer. Sometimes I look at my photo later in the computer and I see a stranger glaring at me. Oops.
Sunday could not have been much finer. It was my day all day. No visitors. No hassles. Serene.
I know, sounds kind of odd, but sometimes I just need to be quiet and listen to the voices in my head. It rained off and on all day too. Summer rain is sort of warm and puts a lovely smell in the air. Things feel clean afterward.
Thanks to crazy4coens, I have found my lawyer and can begin my divorce on the 20th.
So I needed time to think about that... what I want and what I need to do. I know I have to get a copy of my marriage license.
My original marriage license was melted in a flood. Does that not sound like an omen? We were married on Pearl Harbor day too.
I thought long and hard about his pension. Do I deserve any of it? I think since I have worked most of my life while married, that I did my share of support.... especially while he was in prison I had to deal alone... yeah.
He was also a union carpenter and had many lay-off periods where I was the only adult working, though out of fairness, he did draw unemployment that made my wages look sad. No matter how little I got paid in comparison, I contributed all that I earned. I got up and went to work every dumb day.
I have made it a point of pride while separated not to be a leech. To provide my own way, and provide for my kids. Still, I believe I deserve part of his pension. He has agreed to this! Yay! It took me awhile to psych up for this enough to ask him.
Other than that, I took an hour and walked. I made a fantastic diner for StbX, Squeaky and myself. We all got along very well. True Blood was enjoyed. I took StbX home before Hung... he doesn't like it. Then I got to watch it in peace.
Keeping with the beach theme... The drawing below is by N.C. Wyeth, who illustrated my childhood. My parents spoiled us with books. We had several children's books with his drawings. When I think of the beach, this is the picture most likely to pop into my head.
It's also very much like me... that I am a dreamer who enjoys and builds wonderful fantasies in my head. Even at my age, I can look at a stormy beach sky and see the giant pass by. I like that about me.
As an adult I liked the book by Pat Conroy called "Beach Music" very much. It has the birth of sea turtles and a battle to get them from the beach to the ocean safely, waged by the wackiest family. I liked that they were just as insane as the one I grew up in. It has the fabulous story of "Max the Great Jew". That story alone is worth reading the entire book to hear. Some great history too. Beach Music (novel).
How about a beach movie? This one was a real trip!
This was one of my first edited videos from the movie The Beach.. hope you'll like it... thanks :)
Now this one... this one almost always makes me cry, but I love it and his voice is so etherial. What a loss when he died. :(
I hope that I never stop believing in rainbows and happily everafter. I hope you never do too.
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