Two more sleeps and it will be back to the inland country... it is rather cold here by the ocean today. Very high tides the past couple of days. A near hurricane the other day; tore down our new canopy/gazebo apparatus. Doug arrived tonight and took at it with his jigsaw, slicing off about six inches. He'll have to adapt some of the channel faux iron pieces with some other material, but I'm sure he'll come up with something. He always does. Lately, he's been thinking of revamping the RV and make the tractor his half ton. Don't ask. It's much too complicated. The upside of it, though, is that I get a 16 x 8 bedroom. I think I should install a bowling alley inside the bedroom, it would be so long. Oh well, it's not something he's going to build right away. Next year's project perhaps.

Since it was so cold here in St. Martins, we watched a movie tonight instead of the campfire. "The King's Speech" with Colin Firth. I highly recommend it. Southshore Sis and I watched it last month. Even better the second time...

And now for a 'sea' poem:

The Sea...
© Saira Obaidullah

The sea, the sea, the glorious, emerald sea,
Stretches as far as my sight carries me.

What tranquility, what treasures, what beauties dwell
In her fathomless depth, only God can tell.

Sometimes, I find her as gentle as a mother to her child.
Yet, when furious, she is as cruel as the beasts in the wild.

As I sit by the sea, watching the evening sun descend low,
The silver ripples shiver and the golden waters glow.

Oh sea,oh sea, oh glorious boundless sea.
Thou glitter like silver, as the moon shines upon thee.

We are born to fade away and some day we would never-
Return to cherish the glories of God, which would be there forever.