Friday, September 6, 2019

Last Day at the Beach

This would have been our last full day at the beach. We would have spent breakfast and lunch trying to eat up the stuff in the refrigerator. But dinner would have been 'the Big Fish.'

Every year Tim and Mimi go to the dock in Southport and buy two red snappers. Bern stuffs and bakes them and we have our traditional 'Big Fish'  last dinner.

That didn't happen this year because of the evacuation.

We had steak, corn and broccoli tonight in Connecticut instead.

But I've been thinking all day about red snapper and those we love around a table with the Atlantic's waves in the background.

"Last day at the beach" is usually both joyful and melancholy.

Today is simply the latter.

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some ponderings by an aging white man who is an Episcopal priest in Connecticut. Now retired but still working and still wondering what it all means...all of it.