Big Surf Daddy went home for a week for a much needed break. He was mentally and emotionally spent from the daily decision making of trying-to-make-people-happy-so-they-will-come-back-to-see-him-again part of his life.
My alter ego started surfacing weeks ago as I watched my watch play tricks on my already-vacationing mind. It seemed like my watch was moving fast during the nine to five, laughing at me while I was chasing the carrot and trying to stay on schedule so I wouldn’t have to make those with appointments wait more than usual (see above description). At the same time my watch would then seem to drag to an infinitely slow pace as the days would progress from sunrises to sunsets, a paradox that would baffle John Cameron Swayze.
There was also a small matter of marrying off my only daughter two weeks previous to this trip to the sea. During this time I felt like I was part of an emotional lab experiment, going from beaker to beaker and tube to tube while some malcontented, discontented lab assistant interjected another stimuli to see what would happen to the poor sap. Would this photo of his daughter in pig tails dissolve his current state of stability? Would a tincture of remembrance of her twirling in her dress cause him to combust into a depressed bawling plume of purple smoke? Would a smidgeon of recollection of him holding her in his arms and wiping away tears suddenly make him go to goo?
As it turned out, my daughter had a lovely wedding and married a man who will be a wonderful, loving husband. She was very happy on her wedding day and that kept me from submerging myself in the punch bowl until I saw a bright light.
After the wedding, Big Surf Daddy took over. There is no memory of the two weeks after the wedding and before the departure to the beach, only a vast chasm filled with ocean breezes that extended from ear to ear.
Big Surf Daddy is at home on the beach. He and Mrs. Big Surf headed to Hilton Head Island in South Carolina. Big Surf knew this trip to the beach would be special, because it was the first time he and his lovely bride of twenty-eight years would be at the sandy shore alone since before they had children twenty-five years ago.
There was a slight miscalculation in the anticipation of setting records on the bliss-o-meter…
Having the kids at the beach evidently was a big part of the beach experience for Big Surf and his lovely mate. Big Surf only waded out into the waves on one occasion, to do a seapee. He still found some shark’s teeth and went for walks with his lovely missus. He read a book and took some naps. But it wasn’t the same.
I took this photo of the harbor in Harbor Town on Hilton Head Island at sunset. You can see the light in the lighthouse. I thought it made a compelling picture.
There was one benefit to not having the kids with us at the beach…HALF-PRICE SEAFOOD!!!!!!!!!!!
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