In my last post, I mentioned distractions.
After a year of nothing but absolutely necessary travel, it was nice to get away – just me (fully-vaccinated) and my beloved (also fully-vaccinated) for a couple of brief trips just for fun. One, to visit my dad in Louisiana, and another to soak up sun, salt water, fresh air, rum, and seafood in Daytona Beach. We planned it to not be during anyone’s spring break, not during motorcycle week, and not the high-season for snowbirds from the still-frozen northern wastelands. We had a pristine beach almost entirely to ourselves, and the water was refreshingly cool but also far too calm to attract serious surfers.
What on earth has happened to the seagulls? First birds to go “missing” in Daytona Beach, years ago, were the sandpipers. Now, the seagulls are missing. Pelicans fly overhead in appreciable numbers; we joked about the pterodactyls. But where are the gulls? And where did the beady-eyed grackles come from? When did herons decide to grace the beach? My husband got a photo of a gorgeous woodpecker. I am confused. I suppose the seagulls are frolicking with the unicorns, their dance floor lit by the thousands of fireflies that are also mysteriously missing.
But never mind me and my confusion. I had an early-morning appointment to go parasailing, and once airborne, watching the world shrink to a manageable size from 1000′ in the air, feeling like the girl on a swing, suspended like a balloon from the back of a boat, all the stress just melted away.
I didn’t even notice the shark.
Whew! He missed me.