OBSERVED: a fairly clean beach!
COLLECTED: nothing (I keep forgetting)
The waves were big today, and the rip currents strong enough for the lifeguards to be flying red flags. Luckily, we arrived just in time to see them leaving, their work day done - a "go" sign to my husband (T. OCEAN's dad), C. LEV; and out he swam into the waves, floating and body surfing. T. OCEAN and I mucked it up in the "soup" - that thick ocean foam created by a heavy shore break.
Today that shore break was strong enough to knock us over. But knowing its power, we simply road it - skimming the sandy surface while getting completely soaked - kind of like a Slip-N-Slide. As soon as T. OCEAN is able, however, he would much rather be out in the deep with his father. Soon enough.
The few pieces of trash I meant to deposit in the garbage were quickly forgotten when I saw T. OCEAN limping out of the water because a mass of sea lice bites had covered the entirety of his back left leg. I took him home immediately.
We are in day 65 of the Gulf Oil Disaster, and still the well is not capped and millions of gallons of oil are gushing out everyday. Pensacola, Florida is now seeing not only tar balls wash to shore but inky goo, and a large oil plume is a mere 5 miles from their coastline. Every time I read the news it is as if yet another panel, another department, another sub-organization is being formed to deal with the fallout of this crisis. The politics between local, corporate and federal officials are unending. There are north-eastern states who want to begin making plans for when (and if) the oil will make it into the loop current and come up the Atlantic Ocean into the Gulf Stream.
It all makes today's and each day's interaction with our beach all the more special, the more precious. Today was one of those. Day 65.
Your,
Little Mama Sea Keeper
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