Every now and then I'll head over to the Wayback Machine and pick a random post from the Neptunus Lex archives. Today I did that while bemoaning the fact that after two great weekends in a row, this weekend it's just me and the felines. So this post somehow resonated with me today.
The first line of that poem over there especially rang true, particularly when read with Brian's comment, "What if your dreams and fears existed in the same place? They do - they are my kids." That really struck home after the wonderful weekend I spent with The Nuke at the end of September.
My wife, my kids and their significant others, and now my grandkids, are really my world. I work in order to afford a place to live and food to eat. I exist simply for those times when I can go visit my kids.
Well, truth be told, my Mom, my brothers and their families are also a huge part of my world now. As she gets older I worry about her more and more. I cannot picture a world without her, yet that could happen. It happened with my Dad over five years ago. I'm still somewhat in denial about that.
Hold onto your loved ones, someday everything could change.
Some pictures from that magical day spent with my daughter...
|The Sarge and the sea.|
|Cormorants sunning themselves on Goose Neck Cove, next to Ocean Avenue.|
|Be sweet to live here, except when a hurricane or a Nor'easter is inbound.|
|Entrance to Goose Neck Cove, looking out at the Atlantic.|
|A crane looking for lunch, lobster pots piled in the background.|
|Another crane going about his/her business.|
|Cormorant on watch, entrance to Goose Neck Cove.|
|Entrance to Narragansett Bay, looking towards Point Judith.|
|As can be seen by the flags, the wind was pretty strong that day.|
|Earth, sea and sky. Brenton Point, RI|
|Looking southeast towards Price Neck.|
|The never ending contest between the sea and the land.|
|Truly a beautiful day.|
|Yeah, I need a boat. Better yet, a friend with a boat!|
|The water sparkles like diamonds.|
|The ruins of an old mansion on Brenton Point. All that's left is these ruins and parts of the old carriage house.|
|On June 3, 1984, the Tall Ship S/V MARQUES, a participant in the Cutty Sark International Tall Ships Race between Bermuda and Nova Scotia, encountered a violent squall about eighty miles northeast of Bermuda. Almost without warning, and within seconds of starting to take on water, the vessel sank with the loss of nineteen of the twenty-eight persons on board. . . A sailing program run by the American Sail Training Association ("ASTA"), had arranged for six sail trainees to crew for the MARQUES during the race. (Source)|
|Bark Marques (Source)|
|Newport Harbor, The Claiborne Pell Bridge in the background which runs from Aquidneck Island to Conanicut Island.|
|The Newport skyline. 'Tis a lovely town indeed.|
|We ended the day at the Atlantic Beach Club. A Guinness and a plate of fried clams, life can be good!|