Driftwood drizzles
Mar. 28th, 2009 10:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
primsongThere are few things more soothing and therapeutic than just wandering a beach, picking up bits of rock and shell, examining giant mounds of kelp, looking for sand-dollars and chasing gulls. Even in the rain when you're freezing.
Spent yesterday at the coast with a wagon-load of five teens in a non-stop drizzle - yes, we were that determined to get to the beach before Spring Break was gone. One went into the water and froze herself but loved it anyway, everyone had huge sugar-cookies shaped like starfish and the art galleries and coffee-shops were still joy. Lots of happy, wet dogs, lots of shivering people watching the taffy-guy making warm taffy on the giant taffy-puller. That stuff is so fragrant, I wish I liked to eat it - every now and then I forget I don't like it and eat one and go 'bleah!' At least they smell good. Brought stuff for a beach fire, but we decided against it because it was just too wet.
With the kids help I managed to collect a couple little tubs of interesting driftwood bits as I want to drill them and make a 'wind-chime' for my back deck, wood being a gentler sound than metallic clanging. If it goes well I may go back for more and use it as a craft thing for the women's retreat.
Also got the cheerful approval from the pastor to do a humorous Sunday school class using The Sacred Diary of Adrian Plass Aged 37 3/4- what a hoot, just need to formulate some discussion questions and hunt down copies off of Amazon. This'll be great for summer.
Spent yesterday at the coast with a wagon-load of five teens in a non-stop drizzle - yes, we were that determined to get to the beach before Spring Break was gone. One went into the water and froze herself but loved it anyway, everyone had huge sugar-cookies shaped like starfish and the art galleries and coffee-shops were still joy. Lots of happy, wet dogs, lots of shivering people watching the taffy-guy making warm taffy on the giant taffy-puller. That stuff is so fragrant, I wish I liked to eat it - every now and then I forget I don't like it and eat one and go 'bleah!' At least they smell good. Brought stuff for a beach fire, but we decided against it because it was just too wet.
With the kids help I managed to collect a couple little tubs of interesting driftwood bits as I want to drill them and make a 'wind-chime' for my back deck, wood being a gentler sound than metallic clanging. If it goes well I may go back for more and use it as a craft thing for the women's retreat.
Also got the cheerful approval from the pastor to do a humorous Sunday school class using The Sacred Diary of Adrian Plass Aged 37 3/4- what a hoot, just need to formulate some discussion questions and hunt down copies off of Amazon. This'll be great for summer.
