Monday, October 5, 2009

Day Five ps

So after I wrote my last blog this happened:

I was sitting on my beach chair watching the waves and waiting for dinner time when we will eat as a group on the deck ... it will be nice.

Three older women (maybe 60 ish?) wander down to the water close to where I sit. The oldest and heaviest one sits on the sand, and the other two go into the waves and surf the waves, laughing uproariously.

I have an impulse. To suggest to the older lady to sit in my chair - the sand is not comfortable for a heavy older person. And then go into the water and ask the other women if I can play with them.

No that is stupid. But it would be fun. Here I sit all docile and boring. Why not. Oh I can't. Oh why not. I should. I will be mad at myself if I don't. Okay. This might work. It might not.

So I get up and invite the woman to sit in my chair. She is grateful.

I go into the water and immediately the women invite me into their conversation - we laugh as the waves toss us around. We talk a bit about health care. We look for sand dollars.

After we part, laughing, they return and invite me to come to dinner with them. I can't of course, but I feel like a kid who has just made a friend. Because I got off my chair. Because I followed an impulse. I laughed. I've experienced the ocean in a way I wouldn't alone. I feel darned happy.


Krissi said...

I love this. Especially right after the before-the-days-when-things-were-impossible post.

Anonymous said...

Marilyn, make friends for heaven's sake! God has put you in a particular place for His pleasure. Make the most of it!

Anonymous said...

way cool

Mrs Moose said...

If you keep this up, you might not want to come back to your Kentucky Fall garden. :) I am thinking that maybe, just maybe, that you give so much of yourself to the generation coming after you that you have so little left to enjoy your own generation. What do you think of that, Surfer Girl?