I settled in to reread my two last books, Reconstructing Charlie and the sequel, Sin of Omission, just released. Purpose, you might ask? I wanted to see if they held together and never had time before. Reading glasses in place, I slipped into the stories and time flew. Ah, they work and so well. My babies as I refer to my stories. Daughter called disturbing me to say it was time to leave the beach and go for dinner. The Grill at the ocean had great food and we were hungry.
Showering fast, we headed over and it was there I fell in love. After placing our orders, we wandered next door to look at displays and there he was. I tapped the glass container to indicate a frisky Hermit crab busy climbing up the side. A careful shopper, impulse buying has never been my habit but when I saw Playful—grandest named him—it was love at first sight. We purchased a cage complete with a little shell for fresh water and would you believe he needed another larger crab shell for him to grow into. How cute is that!!!
After a few days of activity Playful grew quiet and one morning we watched as he shed his shell and moved into the new one. Daughter and I cracked up with laughter while grandest cried and cried some more ‘til I finally explained it was similar to outgrowing a pair of shoes or. . . and she stopped crying.
So my love affair is not an erotic tale, but love is where you find it. If a small Hermit crab brings joy, that’s cool. And so is the handsome owner of the beach house who hung around all week mowing grass that didn’t need mowing. Hmm.