“Waiting for the sun” on an Easter Sunday.
Three days of darkness. Okay. Not darkness but gray skies and rain. Not really the forecast you hope for at the beach.
From the looks of things, the rain will have come with us to the beach and leave with us.
This was the view from yesterday.
Grey and void of human life. My image for this silent Saturday. pic.twitter.com/wXEeLpsotP
— Jamie Miles (@SouthMainMuse) April 19, 2014
Now for me a rainy day at the beach is better than a rainy day anywhere else but rain and trapped with crabby kids in a condo.
Let’s just say I was having a slight panic attack on Thursday night before we left on Friday.
Yes, I’m always honest on this blog. If it’s something I don’t want to share, I don’t write it.
I was praying. “Lord. We planned this trip for family bonding and here all the high exacto-weather peeps are saying that nothing but rain and wind in forecast.”
HOW WILL MY PSYCHE survive?
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It’s Sunday and the sun is still hiding.
When I took off on my run today this line from I Am The Walrus on my iPod leapt out at me.
“Sitting in an English garden
Waiting for the sun
If the sun don’t come you get a tan
From standing in the English rain.”
Waiting for the sun.
That’s what I’d been doing for three days. And then it occurred to me.
Why did we plan these three days at the beach?
To get warm, brown and refreshed.
And to bond a bit as a family.
I wasn’t all that warm. Not brown.
But I am relaxed and the family has bonded.
Not enmeshed like Gorilla Glue, but we have talked and laughed and created a major deposit for our this-is-us bank account.
No the sun hasn’t come.
But on this Easter Sunday, the Son did.
Okay. Kind of hokey-pokey message. But guess I’m just a hokey-pokey blogger.
Completely agreeing with the gospel according to Jagger, “You can’t always get what you want, but if you try sometimes, you just might find . . .
You get what you need.”
No. I wanted sun.
But I think I got just what we needed.
Hoppy Easter y’all.
Some video shot and posted by my 10 year old. It was Noah big time.
