Sometimes, late at night, I sit on Frank’s front porch under the wonderful canopy of trees and if the wind is right and the night is quiet I can hear the waves. It’s wonderfully hypnotic. As an east county gal it took me a little while to figure out exactly what the sound was, there is nothing comparable where I live. Crickets don’t count.
It’s very quiet here tonight, the ocean breeze is light. Tonight I can hear the waves.
It has been a very long week, I’m sure you will all agree, and this weekend has been kind of crazy for us here with the launch of this blog, but I feel like I’m winding down a bit now. Maybe part of that is the sound of the waves, and part is knowing that my loved ones are safe. Tomorrow is Monday and things around town will start to seem more normal, there will be more traffic, kids back in school, offices open, it will be business as usual for most of us.
I have been pestering Frank to start this blog for a few weeks. I knew it would be a good thing, but I had no idea how quickly it would grow, nearly 500 unique visitors, almost 1400 page loads, 11 posts and more than 35 comments. In the last two days he and I have learned a lot, on our own and from each other. Now that a lot of the technical stuff has been “put to bed,” I am looking forward to being able to share with you my perspective as someone newly involved with activism.
We deeply appreciate your visits here and your comments.
It has been great fun and the dialog has been wonderful.
I look forward to learning from you also.
And now I’m going to listen to the waves.
~Patty
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I wish I was there with you, babe. Looking forward to listening and learning.
I wish you were here too. Thanks for checking in on us.