Sitting alone and walking with ghosts

The weather radar was telling us it was going to rain and it did but apparently we got a lot less rain than the folks over to the west of us did because that yellow blob never did make it here. I was antsy. The little sprinkles we got made it hard to sit on the beach or even the deck (moe-skee-toes) and, after cleaning the stove (not really all that dirty), I needed some other chores to do and continuing to sort the bed linens was NOT the ticket. This is what the beach looked like earlier today with the Pineglen downbound and the Algosteel not too far behind it (but not visible).


Things livened up a bit when Jeep came over to shoot the shit visit. I suspected a bit of man-talk was in order and so I busied myself with little missions. I remembered when I was a kid and Jeep would occasionally come over on a boring, rainy Sunday to shoot the shit visit with my old coot. He always livened things up with his larger-than-life personality (and he was taller than my 6-foot dad to boot!).

So, while Jeep was over here, a little bit of a commotion was growing on the beach. It involved his grandchildren and kayaks but Pan was down there to supervise so there were no worries but I went down there to see what was happening anyway. The triplets had taken kayaks out and one of them found a spider hitchhiker, which caused that triplet to make a wet exit. All was well. The kids were not far off the shore where it is shallow (it was RAINING (sort of)) and there was plenty of help on shore. Including the beautiful Toby here, who would love to be able to keep up with Butter and Vivienne (not sure of spelling) but isn’t quite able. Such a good doggie.


On another mission, I spied the blueberries below. I think it’s going to be a good season. I hope I don’t get this song [it’s a YouTube video] into my head later this summer when I pick blueberries here. I will only be picking enough for muffins or pancakes but not for pies. I did not inherit the FinFam blueberry-picking DNA. Sorry.


Eventually, I started walking the beach (with ghosts again) and then I thought something like, “I *could* ask if [my cuzzint] Pooh wants to walk the beach.” I was maybe down at Dennis’s place by then and I texted her. Yes! She did want to walk the beach. And so a person came down from the shared path between the Moomincabin and the Old Cabin. It didn’t look like Pooh, it looked more like a yeti or something. Of course, it was the Mean Old Grunchie Old Grinchie. I’m not sure when the last time he has been actually *on* the beach. He only goes down there when he’s looking for yer fav-o-rite blahgger and so he was. But then, Pooh *did* come down and us cuzzints walked to Doelle’s like we’ve been doing forever. When we turned around to walk back, wouldn’t you know the GG was walking down toward us.

And so all four of us walked the beach together and I stopped feeling like I was walking with ghosts. And I found BEACH PEAS! I remember picking and eating beach peas when I was a kid. I have been looking for them the last few years without success. Here are what I think are beach peas down in front of Jeep and Pan’s house. I don’t know what it was about those purple flowers that pulled a memory out my poor old brain but I pulled out my iPhone pocket computer and googled and it certainly looked like Lathyrus japonicus to me. I may well be wrong about that genus and species. I am not a botanist.


I came up here to 1) come up here, 2) go to a Soo High birthday party, and 3) be with my cuzzints. All the rest is just fluff!

2 Responses to “Sitting alone and walking with ghosts”

  1. Margaret Says:

    I love beach walks and those flowers turn into edible peas? I love blueberries, although I’m not a pie maker either.

  2. Margaret Says:

    From the internet: The pods can be eaten but like many members of the genus Lathyrus they contain β-oxalyl-L-α,β-diaminopropionic acid, which can cause paralysis called lathyrism. The leaves of the plant are used in Chinese traditional medicine.