Just because I’m away from the crazy of everyday life, don’t think for a second that I’m not looking for blog gold. Constant vigilance, people, constant vigilance.
My mom has been on a mission during this trip to find gnarled driftwood to bring home. I get my special brand of, um, focus from my mom. Some might call it a tendency to obsess, while Husband would probably say stubbornness. (Husband: LIKE AN OX!) Once we get an idea in our heads, well, it’s lights out. We are goal-oriented and that is that.
Last year, we decided to look for sea glass. Instead of casual sunset beach walks, Mom and I would speedwalk-race each other down the beach, frantically scanning from side to side for a precious piece of sea glass. It got uber-competitive, uber-quickly. I don’t think I have to explain why Trivial Pursuit has almost resulted in blood? No? OK, then, moving on.
So, driftwood it has been for the past five days. Yesterday, Mom came home with a special find from her walk. She loves the gnarled and knobby qualities of the wood.
Me, I think the fine children she teaches are going to have the unfortunate opportunity to touch petrified deer poo.
So, my dear readers, I give the issue at hand to you….what is THAT????