In case you didn't notice, there was a new moon last night. You probably didn't, I didn't until I went for my walk on the beach this morning and there was a lot more beach. I don't keep track of tides anymore since I moved off the boat, I think I have a block or something about those years on the boat, the ones I remember anyway. Those years on that boat accelerated and cemented my alcoholism, and the fact that the cap'n and I received an estimate yesterday that it was going to cost us another $25,000 dollars to get it marketable, again, is not making me any fonder of it.
But that is neither here nor there.
Back to the beach.
In addition to having a new moon low tide which gave me more beach to traverse, a norte' blew in last night which usually means great shells. Now I swear I'm not a shell seeker, like the boat, it is another thing I'm done with. I mean you can only do so much with seashells and when we bought this house it came with its own collection of bottles, and jars and bowls, and buckets full of shells because the previous owner couldn't think of anything else to do with them either. Plus I have a few Jack Daniels 1.75 bottles full of tiny shells that I rescued off the boat that are now residing in a storage shed in Colorado.