And The Winner Is.....

not Ike, but me.

I started this blog as a way to deal with a difficult Saturday morning, the one year marker of the last day I spent at The Seahoose in Crystal Beach, TX, exacerbated by the anniversary of 9/11 the day before, and what would have been Mama's 85th birthday 4 days prior to that.

Last Saturday was a stormy morning in Houston, the skies eerily similar to the year before, and I was feeling particularly blue. It took me over 3 hours to create the first post, but when I was done, I felt different, as if I had purged some nasty muck from my soul.

It was my intention to recount the days following Ike, but I now know the stories I want to tell are not about the loss of, but the life of The Seahoose.

My mind is flooded with ideas, I wish I could sit and write full time as I am excited for the first time since having to leave the beach. But I have this dam job.....

I do have a few stories to tell about the days after Ike, like our stay at the Studio Plus in Winnie, Tx, and the overwhelming and unbelievable incompetence of the administration of disaster recovery assistance, but I will save those for another stormy Saturday morning, it seems to flow easier then.

Check back now and then, even better, become a follower so you don't miss "Nocturnal Symphony in Bean Flat MAJOR", " The Rock Man", "Mama's Dune", "How Long One Stays Stuck in the Sand is Directly Proportionate to the Size of the Swimsuit and Age/Sex of the Wearer", "The Endless Pot of Bop's Spaghetti", and "The Really Stupid Things We've Seen People Do On the Beach" to name just a few.