LOST IN THE FOG

This evening started well, as we enjoyed a pleasant dinner at Coco's for the very first time with my lady and my adopted children. It was an experience as well as entertaining. We were all very much satisfied and full. Now, we needed to walk some of it off. Off to the beach! It's been three weekends that we have gone to the beach late in the evening. We did not even spend a single day at the beach this past summer, yet, here we are playing in the sand at the beach while it is deeply foggy you can hardly see the boats offshore. The kids are enjoying it. This was one of those moments that I forget that I'm over the hill and can't do the things I use to do. I ran up the hill of sand and almost had a heart attack, then came a more foolish thing to do, run down the hill. Crash and sand blast! Yet, that wasn't the worst, I lost my wallet. But, for some strange thing, I didn't get angry or upset or have a cow. I just laughed and told myself outloud, "That's what I get for acting like a kid." You should have been there, all six of us, in the night, in the fog, at the beach looking for my BLACK wallet. We found all sorts of things, except for the wallet. As we were leaving, our little CSI agent decided to take one more play by play were the crime (my ass falling) took place, there she pulled out the wallet from within the sand. I couldn't believe it. It was the best time I've had at the beach in a long time.