Saturday was spectacular

A flock of large seagulls, low flying over the foam of the surf that touched the shore yesterday, were honking and flapping in unison as they headed out over deep water where a fishing trawler was bringing up its catch.

The happening did not escape the boy.

I was sifting through mantles of sea-shells along the water’s edge while Ozzy ran in and out of the water. He was getting just a little too playful. The kind of playful that somehow always finds me sprawled out on the sand, and with the Dude at home, I wasn't going to take any chances, so I told Ozzy to come and sit a spell with mama.

As I sat down next to a large piece of driftwood, Oz meandered unenthusiastically in my direction, and stared me down as if to say, ‘Gee whiz ma, do we have to?’ When I wouldn’t budge, he settled down, sniffed the salt air, and resumed his vigil of the Gulls.

Mama's good boy.