“Leave it” is Carol’s command to the dog to drop it or let go. We’re at the beach now where I also commanded myself to leave “it”–the past and obsessions about the future–back in town as we headed down I-40 to the Cape Fear basin– that little beach community that has always worked for us. Preparing myself for tropical storm conditions, I was almost incredulous to find near perfect summer vacation conditions. The aquamarine hurricane-stirred ocean had deposited a nicely formed conch shell that I figured would serve as a reminder on my office desk or at home.
But the disobedient dog ignored my command and the worries appeared like fruit flies.
On Friday, I didn’t think I had slept too well, but the day didn’t reflect it as I spent plenty of time at the beach including a coastal jog for over a half hour in the heat. I cooled off nicely in the ocean then read the Rolling Stone I brought.
Saturday started out with breakfast at the Causeway Cafe and then we went junk shopping around New Hanover county and finished by tramping around in the old Wilmington downtown.
Now that I didn’t completely “leave it” this weekend, I am back, incredulous that four days ago we left. This morning I jogged down Lumina Blvd and back then walked along the beach for a final time. We ate lunch at a favorite restaurant then drove back. “Leave it, Leave it” I commanded myself yet again but my teeth remained clinched.
