Call the Tow Truck!

Though the picture is not of my backside, it’s pretty realistic.

I’m sure some would find the picture offensive. Not me. I love to laugh! And this good laugh at myself was not the first one of the day, not even the second.

The second was when I spilled my glass of tea at the lunch table. Thankfully, the waitress had given me a paper plate with a deep rim on it. Most all the liquid ended up in the plate, and I was then able to pour the tea back into the glass. I took the usual teasing about spilling (a chronic and incurable condition for me), and I sopped up all the residue with the tall stack of napkins the waitress had placed in front of me. I wonder if she could tell what kind of person I am by looking at me, or if she was just a kindred spirit and knew what I would do?

I am still trying to recover from my first fit of laughter of the day.

We got up early to go to the beach. Of course, we had to do a Walmart run first for chairs and other things we couldn’t fit into the car on the trip here. So it was 10 or so before we got down there, and the beach was a full house for the show that would follow.

Silas, Ronald, and I took a short stroll down the beach while Amanda and Gideon played in the water. It wasn’t long before I decided to join them. After asking if I was sure I wanted to go out, Ronald and Silas helped me to where the others frolicked. Though I am still not quite healed and steady from the hip tear surgery, I love the water too much not to go in.

We played for quite some time before everyone decided it was time to clean up for lunch. My grandsons – I don’t know what to compare them to. Their constant need for food or thoughts and plans for acquiring the same are rather amusing. They ran on ahead in gleeful anticipation of an upcoming feast.

Ronald was patient as I begged for a few more minutes of happiness. We finally started back to the chairs on the beach.

My main regret is no one was filming the comical scene that transpired at the shore.

It’s a funny thing about waves. Farther out, they undulate in soothing ridges. I float blissfully.

Closer in, those suckers crash against one’s legs with ferocious intensity.

Normally, I could handle it. But as much as I have worked to regain my strength since surgery, I am STILL a weakling!

Therefore, as we reached the shallower water near the edge, the waves crashed into me. I went down the first time, but I was able to resume a relatively stable, upright position.

However, each successive wave caused a stumble worse than the first. By the time the fourth wave struck me, I was down for the count. Ronald kept his balance for a few surges as he tried to haul me to my feet.

Then he was down and twirling over and over across the sand like a burrito being rolled. With each new wave, he was pushed belly over backside further toward the shore.

I had righted myself temporarily and was being pushed on my bottom across the shelly floor, filling my swimsuit with all sorts of scratchy shells that didn’t belong there! Amanda came running to help me but as I was upright, I told her to help her daddy.

I then tried to crawl farther in on my knees. The waves continued to hit my broadside. The more we were stranded like two beached whales, the more we laughed.

Finally, there were several people on the beach who had pity and waded out to pull us to our feet. We stumbled to the beach chairs, still laughing our fool heads off! I limped back to the beach house in silent misery.

At lunch, the stools that graced the restaurant bar screamed for me to try one. A beautiful portrait, don’t you think?

When I get over hurting from the excursion, I’ll roar with laughter. Until then, I’m going to have to think twice before getting into the water. Though it’s not the getting in that’s the problem. It’s the coming out.

You guessed it. Therein lies the moral of the story.

Had I listened to warnings of Amanda and Ronald, this would not have happened.

Proverbs 14:12  There is a way that seems right to a man, but its end is the way to death.

I’m not dead, just hurting.

And bless his heart, Ronald tried to help.

Proverbs 13:20   Whoever walks with the wise becomes wise, but the companion of fools will suffer harm.

That lets you know what I am, right?

Proverbs 19:20 says, ‘Listen to advice and accept instruction, that you may gain wisdom in the future.’

And not bust your bum in the sand. ARGH!

I wonder if there is such a thing as a water tow truck? Maybe I’ll invent one!

Blessings

KB