This morning

I woke up this morning feeling filled with joy. I read a few blogs, made comments, and felt as if I had a conversation with friends. I would like to visit each of you every day. The day comes on though, and I have to get moving.

I talked to the marina manager to get him on board with a proposal for a clean marina. He was enthusiastic. I see so many cans and bottles as well as oily rags and filters put in the trash. Last night, after the Sail and Power Squadron dinner, another fellow and I pulled cans out of the trash even though the recycle bins were right beside it. It gets discouraging how we screw up the planet with our unthinking entitled attitude. It will be time to pay the piper someday.

Today, we are going to take a field trip to the Sewee Outpost where there are great boiled peanuts and lots of funky stuff to look at. From there we will drive to McClellanville to look around and take photos. So this is a photo field trip. Later tonight, we will go to another blues event in town.


So even though I want to read each and every one of the 179 posts that I haven't seen yet, I have to catch up later. The day is beckoning and it promises to be packed full.

Wishing you a good day doing what feels real and good.