I am putting My World Tuesday post up a little early as I have company coming and they will be here through Thanksgiving. I LOVE housework and yes I am lying but I LOVE my company and for them I do my housework. Thankfully I know they are here to see us and not the house but I do have to make an effort and clear a path from the front door, and yes I am joking again. it's at the back, oh stop it me! I have read many times as I am sure you have, that the sign of a clean house is a broken computer. Well in this case that would be true. Let me be truthful, I HATE housework!
I will still be popping in as I am trying to catch up with all of you who popped by while I was away. It could take a while but I will be returning your most welcome visit eventually. Thank you all for the great comments you have been leaving. You make my day
And now for my little travelers tale.
Driving along the coastal road in Oregon, with Denise still trying to get used to the 500 foot drops along those very windy roads, Gregg spotted a lighthouse in the early morning fog. He said, "Let's stop at the overlook and get some photos of the lighthouse." "It's a bit rainy" said Denise with a pained look on her face, wrinkling her nose for effect, "and it looks awfully windy and cold. I'll stop in the car" - thinking to herself that there was not a snowball's chance in you-know-where that she was getting out of the car into that kind of weather. She hadn't minded the rain in Seattle at all, but this was on the edge of a cliff and she had visions of taking off like the flying nun, windy as it was. She was also still waking up - barely past 7.00 a.m. - and well known for not being a morning person and wanting to sink into the seat and stay in the warmth, having put the heat up full blast. She hadn't even had her first cup of coffee which didn't help her adventurous spirit, which was null and void at that point in time. Nope, no way was she getting out of that car. She pulled her coat around her and sank deeper into an almost dreamlike state, feeling her head drop and hearing the first sign of a non-ladylike snore. And it was ever so toasty in that car.
Denise woke up with a start worried about Gregg as she had no idea how long she had been snoozing, and thought he was too long taking those photos. Where was he? Now wanting to speed up the process she opened the window a crack, emitted an unintelligible squawk that would have made a parrot proud, but was having a hard time being heard above the noise of the ocean, and the wind whipping her words away far out to sea. Little did she know that the opening of the window was her undoing. What was that she heard in the distance, above the noise of the ocean and the wind, above the plaintiff sound of the fog horn from the lighthouse? She thought she heard children's laughter but no, that couldn't be. What parent would let their child out in this kind of weather? In her excitement she realized what it was and was out of the car quick as a flash, with no thought of the 500 foot cliff or the fear of the wind blowing her over it, the horrendous weather all forgotten. She forgot about Sally Field and the Flying Nun as her years of watching Animal Planet had just paid off. Only the smile on her face was evident because the rest of her face was hidden behind a veil of flipping, flopping, flying hair which she was trying to avoid eating.
Pure joy, seals, dozens of them, barking down below in the cove. It's a good job there was no path down to the beach as she would have grabbed the camera off Gregg and rushed down at helter-skelter speed. I am sure Gregg had a vision of his wife being chased across the beach by an angry mob of seals. Love of wildlife overtakes all fear in this girl, silly as that might sound. When Jonah was swallowed by the whale she would have been right behind him following him down its gullet quite happily, as long as she had her camera in hand and illuminated by the flashlight, at least until the battery ran out. Slight exaggeration and overly dramatic but I think you get the picture.
By that time Gregg was heading back to the car but Denise was most definitely not ready to go any more. She was busy watching more seals making their way out of the water and onto that beach. "Just a minute" as she had grabbed the camera and was snapping off shots, dozens of them, at this wondrous sight down below, not even noticing how drenched she was or how chilled to the bone she was becoming.
Denise has a hard time focusing at the best of times, attention span being as short as a flea's hind leg these days, the exception being when she has a camera up to her face. Focused like a laser she becomes. Could not pull herself away from this sight of the seals taking shelter in their cozy little cove. She could have stayed there for hours watching, listening, but Gregg threw out the right bait on the hook, reminding her that her beloved camera was getting wet and when it comes to that camera, she treats it like gold. She is being reeled in and laser focus now broken she reluctantly gets back into the car and they are once again on their way, with a suggestion to Gregg about a good idea for her Christmas gift. "How about one of those special under-water casings for divers' cameras?" Denise doesn't even swim properly but if she saw a whale out there she just might grab a life-vest, jump overboard and start paddling.
Once their journey had resumed Gregg observed that Denise - with the happiest look on her face - had not needed her first cup of coffee to wake her up after all, the sight of the seals had done that very nicely. She once again turns up the heat full blast and they were on their way, with the fog lifting the further south they traveled.
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