Thursday, May 14, 2020

The Pluff Mud Days of Covid Times

Here’s me, keeping up with the latest fashion trend of the day!  

  Still sheltering in, ordering our food online and picking it up in the Walmart parking lot.  Walmart produce leaves a lot to be desired but when you live in a small town, you don’t have other choices.  

  We have made one trip in the last 10 weeks to Aldi 45 minutes away for organic produce.  We felt pretty comfortable with the procedures they have in place so we will probably go back once a month or so.   

  Some days feel like life is settling into a new routine we can be comfortable with, other days I feel like I’m trudging along in cheese grits.  How to look forward to things you have no idea when (or even if) you will be able to do again?  How to be content with nothing to plan and look forward to?  That is where I get into the pluff mud* of the mind.    

[* Pluff mud: that stinky, shiny gumbo mud that appears when the tide recedes from oyster flats.]

“If I wear my mask, can I drive?”

Herbs to flavor our wilty Walmart produce. 🙄

Sign outside a town business.  A comma might clarify the intention, no?

A message from the beach

And something for the ladies ...

Especially nice with your mask, right? 😷 

Tuesday, May 5, 2020

Week 8, Day 1 - Beaches Reopen

  Pawleys Island south beach was closed beginning last November for hurricane damage and repairs, then for Covid-19, until May.  Six long months.  So happy to have “our” beach open once again.  Boy, have we have missed it!

  No problem keeping a proper social distance at 8 a.m. as we wandered among the tidal pools at the south tip, admiring the sounds and smells, shells and jelly fish, gulls and sandpipers, and exquisite art by Mother Nature.  

     Thanks to beach renourishment and replacement of the dunes, we can now walk four miles, from one end of the island to the other. 

  When anxious, uneasy and bad thoughts come, I go to the sea, and the sea drowns them out with its great wide sounds, cleanses me with its noise, and imposes a rhythm upon everything in me that is bewildered and confused. 
-Rainer Maria Rilke

  Nothing dims thoughts and fears of the troubles of the world, nothing soothes the soul, 
like a walk on the beach.