I have a cold. I think it was a really minor cold, and I was on the road to recovery when Tuesday morning’s events threw me for a loop and I started to go backward for a day or so, but I’ve got the Tofino Wedding Fair on Saturday and I need to pull myself out of the trenches of germ warfare.
I was going to stay home and wallow (I had STRONG intentions of staying home to wallow today) but, as usual, Hobbes dragged me out of the house. He said “let’s go to Zoë’s“, which is hard to say no to when the sun is shining and all I have to do is grab a mug and walk down the hill. So, we planned to do the regular bakery/playground/post office run.
I was trying to be unobtrusive, because Zoë was being interviewed, and I was trying not to eavesdrop. But I failed, and ended up being instead inspired to get Hobbes and I truly off our butts and to head down to the beach to pick up some trash!!
But not before a trip to the playground.
I had a phone call with one of my 2018 brides (eee I’m so excited – the calendar this year is FILLING UP!!). Then we had lunch, and packed ourselves into my little car and drove down to Wickaninnish Beach.
The beach was not deserted, but nor was it packed. As it was a Wednesday morning, it’s about what I expected. People were getting out and enjoying the weather if they could, but most don’t have that freedom. I’m pretty lucky.
Tide was low, but on it’s way in. I’m finding myself wary of the ocean today.
Hobbes is pretty big on “his letter”: H. “Two sticks up, and one stick across”.
All I brought was my little 50mm 1.4, so you can’t see it, but this says “Hobbes”. He wrote everything but the E and the S. I’m proud of him.
The sea was not calm today, but nor was it angry and scary.
At first glance, the beach looked pretty clean, but it didn’t take me long to start discovering bottle caps here, lengths of rope there. This is as much as I’d collected within 15 minutes. By the end of our hour there, the bag was full and I’d begun carrying things in my hands (yep I should have brought gloves).
It’s amazing to think how all this driftwood was, just a few days ago, being thrown about by the storm.
Hobbes insisted on a “staff”. It’s in the trunk of my car (next to my 72 hour kit, in fact). He’s forgotten about it. I don’t know why I have such trouble saying no when he says “mama can I please bring this stick home?” but we were having a lovely day and I guess the price of leaving it at the beach was just too high for me today.
This week is going by far too fast.