It's felt like a very hectic week. Don't know why, nothing out of the ordinary going on. Work like normal, soccer game one night, soccer practice and homework every night, dinner, clean up, laundry, etc... It's nine o'clock every night before we can even think about sitting down to relax. You know the story. Well, the other afternoon, Riff calls me at work. "It's so nice", says he "that we shouldn't waste it. Do you want to go to the beach and walk the dogs after work?" "Yeah, great idea!", I answer. "Call the kids and see if they want to go. I'll meet you at home."
At home the normal chaos reigns. Dustin has decided that the beach isn't as exciting now at the ripe old age of 14 as it was when he was 13, so would like to just stay home, please, but what's for dinner? "If you're hungry now, make a sandwich. Dinner will be later, we don't want to waste the sun." Shilo is late getting home from soccer practice. She doesn't want to go to the beach, but has the truck that we want to take to put the dogs in the back of. We call her cell phone - no answer. She's probably driving home and doesn't answer her phone while she's driving. Good girl! Well, okay, lets just load up in the suburban instead. We throw all the needed equipment in- shoes, camera, book, lawn chairs, water for the dogs, beer... We're ready to go. Oh, here is Shilo pulling into the driveway. She is late because she was talking to the coach about her pulled quad muscles. They are trying to decide if she should play in tommorrows game, or rest her legs this week in order to be healed and ready to go for next week. We finally get through discussing this in the driveway. I ask Riff, "Do you want to switch over to the truck now?" "No, we're already loaded. Lets go before we miss the sun altogther."
We drive out to Sunset Beach where we could park right on the beach. Riff's sprained ankle still isn't up to walking through the dunes and the really soft sand. We find the perfect spot and park. It's not until that very moment that we realize that we forgot one of the main reason's for this trip tonight. The dogs, Blackie and Hannah, are still at home in the back yard, right where we left them...
It was a beautiful night. I'm sure they would have enjoyed a romp on the beach. We're very sorry, doggies! We'll try to remember you next time...
2 comments:
You have no idea how jealous I am that you live this close to the ocean. And poor doggies. I'll bet you felt awful when you realized you'd forgotten them. It's funny, but your week DOES sound a little hectic. Of course, all my weeks were hectic too when my kids were the same age as Dustin and Shilo.
Beautiful photos. Makes me miss the ocean so much.
How great that you could capture the moment. It is so important to LIVE!
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