Life's a Stitch

You don't get those in retirement because technically, every day is a day off. But we found ourselves engulfed in long days of unpacking and organizing, many looonnng days in a row. It was time for a badly needed day off. 

We started with a walk, the short way to the beach, the steep way. Our neighbourhood has beautiful gardens and the roses were in full bloom.

Our expectations were as low as the tide, preferring to walk the beach when the water is deep and the waves rough. Avoiding the beach at low tide is a mistake. There were lots of shells, pretty patterns in the sand and interesting bird activity. We gained a new perspective away from the train tracks and sidewalk. 

On the seawall was a landscaper with a sense of humour, displaying his stuffy with a pink cowgirl hat after parking his trailer. I'll include a photo lest your imagination wander to darker regions.

Totem Park was gleaming in the sunshine.

"The City of White Rock, White Rock RCMP Detachment and Semiahmoo First Nation have had a long-standing relationship based on mutual respect. In fact, in 1999, two totem poles were raised on East Beach, at Totem Park as a sign of working towards reconciliation, understanding and mutual respect, and a shared responsibility for maintaining relationships."

Hearing the squwalking of birds we watched a crow taunting two bald eagles in a tall tree. Better still, was the circumscribed halo around the sun. If you look carefully in area where there's a gap in the branches near the top right of the tree, you can see the eagles.

About a mile and a half down the beach we turned upward and over, heading back to the house, when we ran into our daughter's mother-in-law, who lives nearby. We've been meaning to call them, but have been mired in the mayhem of moving. It was fun to show her the house on a beautiful afternoon. Couldn't have planned it any better.