The sun is setting and my kids start their rounding up
of towels, flip flops, hats, surf boards and bags. We
gather all of our beach gear and head for the car. All
dusted off of the beach sand and off we go. It’s time
consuming to get back to my sisters flat. The traffic is
heavy but the kids start chatting and going over the
whole day’s events, laughing as they share the day
with each other. How wonderful it is to be young.
Finally we made it back. We make turns in the outdoor
shower to get rid of the last sea sand before we all
storm the kitchen and raid anything left unattended.
Well swimming and all that fresh air does get the
appetite a good old jump-start before dinner. Chips,
cookies, coke, and coffee for me. Yes, sad but true, I
got the hang of coffee many years ago; yes I am
addicted to the stuff. My sister always jokes - when I
die one day and they cut open a vein, the java will flow
in abundance!
The kids head off to their rooms and I sit and chat to
my mom and sister on the veranda. We sit on the
veranda just watching the sun descend on our perfect
day at the beach. My sister and mom are having a
glass of wine, and with my coffee cup raised we toast
our womanhood and the ability to survive without men.
And here we sit in contented quietness - one widower
and two divorcees. Our lives as we know it is
complete, well for today anyway.
