Salutations, Gentle Reader,
There’s no gentle way to put this: Egad! It’s hot! I choose not to complain about the heat. All seasons share their respective essence and grandeur. Nevertheless, I’d be less than genuine were I to suggest anything besides the fact that I’m very much looking forward to autumn’s arrival.
With that said, summer back in NC has meant two really wonderful things: home-grown tomatoes and the beach. Ah, the sheer enjoyment of picking a dew-covered tomato from the vine and taking a bite. Those tangy juices fill the mouth and dribble down the chin. Then there’s that other gastronomic delight: tomato sandwiches. I use wheat bread or wheat sandwich thins, Just Mayo vegan mayonnaise, sliced tomato, salt, and pepper. Sometimes I add a leaf or two of fresh basil or a few leaves of fresh thyme. Regardless, there’s nothing quite like a tomato sandwich crafted with tomatoes that have been picked just minutes before. Mmmmm…
I’m also convinced that NC has some of the most beautiful beaches on the East Coast. I still don’t make it to the beach as often as I would like, for there’s this little thing called “work” that insists on taking most of my time. I haven’t achieved independent wealth, so to the dealership I come almost every day. Still, to be able to feel the sun’s warmth, smell that distinct aroma of salt and sea, and hear the crescendo of waves and the call of shore birds… That’s the stuff that’s good for the soul. It’s the siren’s lyre that has called people to the sea for generations. You may or may not know that for about three years, I lived up in Kill Devil Hills on NC’s Outer Banks. I had a small “beach box” of apx 900 SF, situated about four blocks back from the beach. I couldn’t see the ocean, but in the mornings as I walked my Pomeranian–a beautiful female named Lacey–and picked up the paper, I could hear the waves. My wife at that time was not content at the beach, and we eventually moved. My second wife later left a place I loved living: NYC. Eventually, I left too. Being apart from my daughter affected my life more profoundly that I realized at that time. Hindsight has shown me the value of my connection with her.
I don’t think I was a good husband.
I am a great dad, though, and I can grow tomatoes and make flat shells skip on the water in the ocean.
Remain calm, and speak well.
Be kind to yourself. Be kind to the planet and the future. Cause no harm. Go Vegan!