We hit the beach each morning for a 1-2 mile walk, coffee in hand and sunblock slathered all over. The tide was the highest I've ever seen it and we've all decided to blame it on the Super Moon (as well as the overall moodiness that everyone seems to have felt this week. And they say our behaviors aren't affected by the moon. I call "BS" on that).
Also, we packed away crab cakes, fried green tomatoes, coconut shrimp, seafood gumbo, lobster bisque, shrimp and grits, Derby pie, bourbon balls, and homemade waffles. And then....we waddled back home.
2. A local 10-year old boy ran away from home this week. I missed most of the coverage since we were out of town, but I follow our local television station on Facebook and was seeing the daily updates. It wasn't until this morning that I had a chance to watch the news reports on their website. Apparently, according to the reporter who had interviewed the boy's father earlier in the day, the boy's favorite video game was Call to Duty and he had beaten it at the age of 8. His father told the reporter that he was unconcerned about the safety and whereabouts of his son because he believed his son was just playing out a real-life version of Call to Duty. Also, the father said he was pretty sure the boy was getting water from people's hoses and that when he got hungry, he would return home.
There was so much wrong with that 30 seconds of reporting that I don't even know where to start. Even Neal, a trained Soldier, doesn't play Call to Duty. Also, if our son ever went missing, I'm fairly certain Neal wouldn't even pause his search to give a TV interview. I wouldn't wish the disappearance of a child on anyone, but sometimes I wonder if maybe parents create an environment where it becomes more likely.
3. My horse, Gemologist, lost the Kentucky Derby last Saturday, as did Neal's horse, Bodemeister, which ran the entire race in the front (as evidenced by his shiny clean, non mud-caked coat). Dane Cook's Baby Daddy actually won the pool of money with her horse, I'll Take Another, which I continuously mistook for her command to pour her another drink. It's only fair that she won, though...especially after I accidentally poured lemonade on her 7-month old's head. Apparently, lemonade stings when it gets in the eye.
4. Although Neal has out-smarted the squirrels, he still needs to train the birds not to waste food. They burn through a feeder full of food every 3 days. Hey birds...there are starving aviary populations in Africa, y'know...
5. And this week, the Infant Loss community welcomed a handsome and healthy baby boy into the world. When you witness a dear friend lose 20-week twins while her husband is deployed to Afghanistan and then another baby after his return, it makes you do a lot of uncharacteristic things...like shake your fist at God, question His plan, and doubt His existence in general. And you begin to think that life can never be good again. But then, through the marvels of modern medicine and the sheer willpower of one of the most inspirational women I know, a baby is born and 2 finally becomes 3. Every baby born is a gift from God and an absolute miracle and while we don't particularly think of a woman as "earning" or "deserving" a baby, this new mommy has both. I know that we will be reunited with our baby angels one day, but until then, it sure is a blessing to have one on Earth, too. Congratulations to W's mom and dad!
Cheers to you and here's a toast to a lovely weekend! (albeit landlocked...)