Maybe it’s because more and more I’m pressed to keep up with technology, but the only word that comes to mind as we shift to our once-a-year beach week, is we’re off to reboot! We’ve pushed the reset button and doing our best to avoid a hard shutdown.
It’s been unusually busy lately. We’ve balanced several shifts of houseguests with personal social engagements leading to late nights followed by early morning work assignments.
Every time I felt a power outage coming on I held on for just this time.
It’s beach week. Our once a year family gathering at Newport Beach. There was a brief time, a few short years, Jay and I were mostly on our own. We had teenagers and then college students. They came down when they could. I spent the week reading and staring at the ocean.
But then our family multiplied, and with it, the activity level. There isn’t as much quiet, but my enjoyment has increased. I have such vivid memories of similar “beach weeks” spent with my grandparents. When barely 4-year old Karina asked me a week ago if we were going to sit on the sand and watch the sunsets, I was reminded why we do this.
It took a little something extra getting ready to leave, however. I do have responsibilities, you know. For one thing, I needed to prepare the house for a house sitter. The house didn’t need sitting, but you-know-who did.
Recognize this fellow? Yes, that’s Darwin. All scrunched down. And stuck under my car! Just when I think I’ve figured out all the ways he can get himself into trouble, he introduces something new. I heard a “scritch-scritch” sound, and thought it was the squirrels. Then I realized those squirrels were awfully persistent! I found him. Caught on a shock absorber.
What’s a mother to do? Crawl under a car? And if I do, what then?
Fortunately his little brain and instinct kicked in. A little forward, a little back, a little forward, a little back…Voilà. Freedom!
Do you see why I can’t leave him unattended? He does test me. And HOW does he repay me for my concern?
is was a beautiful succulent. I came outside to find him munching away. I know he is on what has been termed a “natural” diet…and to an African Sulcata Tortoise natural means that my garden is wide open as fair game. Many of the succulents are native to South Africa.
Clearly I have a problem. Restricting Darwin’s diet has increased his need to forage. I have yet to design a way to satisfy him without quite so much damage to the succulents–do you know how slowly these wonderful plants grow? Darwin took about two years’ growth off the two plants. Aargh!
Oh well. I’m at the beach. For one whole week. Darwin is being well attended by a very competent house sitter who was very patient with three full pages of instructional detail outlining our many layers of care for Darwin, Rocky, the smaller tortoise, Pinky the Rabbit, and the multiple bird feeders…oh yes, and the squirrels.
My nephew loves us…he already knows we’re a little kooky!
But for this one week, 1 in 52, I’m not thinking about any of this. I’m here for the sunsets. Tonight there was too much fog for a picture worthy sunset, but with just a little bit of patience I found an excellent substitute focus.
It’s all good. I’ll be around, rested and attentive, all week. In fact, with NO responsibilities for seven whole days? Oh my goodness. You may be hearing quite a bit from me.
So where’s your reboot going to come from? We all need them, don’t we? I encourage you to look for one that’s perfectly tailored for your personal recharging.
If you need it, I give you permission. In fact I totally endorse pushing that reset button!
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