Technologically retarded

Yesterday, after dinner, we wanted to go for a walk on the boardwalk to enjoy the sunset.  Wagon, husband and three wee ones in-tow, we set off.  My oldest daughter is a big fan or chasing after the “eagles” (seagulls) so off to the sandy part I went with her.  She ran, made silly faces, screamed and scared those eagles away.  I walked the water edge as it lapped at my heals and turned my toes bright pink from the chill. 

 In college I read a poem that called the beach “the oceans cemetery.”  To this day I wish I had never read that poem.  Every time I walk the sandy beaches I look at the life that once was and has now washed ashore.  I watch the seagulls scavenging for tasty morsels of the unfortunate, circling like vultures.  It’s not quite the same. 

Present day…I walk at the water edge watching the monstrous waves angrily pounding the shore line.  I’m looking for sea glass, hoping to find just one piece.  And there it is!  I see a Sponge Bob cracker wrapper, face up, in a perfect square, in the middle of a bunch of seaweed.  Sponge Bob has washed ashore, another victim of the raging seas.

I called this blog “Technologically retarded” because I snapped a shot of this scene with my phone/camera.  Seems like I need another lesson on how to use the silly thing because it’s not there anymore.  But the picture in my head is priceless.