I don’t remember the first time I noticed it. I felt like after 45 years of marriage, we were closer than ever. But I couldn’t ignore the signs. She’d say she was just going for a walk on the beach. But those walks became more frequent and longer and longer. When they got so long that I became worried, I would call her cell phone, but to no avail. She claimed she’d “accidentally” left it in her purse or “forgotten” to charge it. When she finally did arrive home, she’d go straight to the back yard and I could hear her fumbling around as if she was hiding something. Sometimes she’d even get in the car and say there was something at the beach she had to go back for. I thought to myself, was it something or someone? I knew she had finally gotten over her addiction to weed, but was she now involved with something even more sinister? I knew I had to find out!
Alas, I should never have worried. It turned out that she was in fact, drifting, but not in a bad way. She was collecting driftwood and shells at the beach to create some beautiful crafts for display. Her talent for making something out of nothing is well-known by family and friends. Below, you too can view some of the recent creations she has wrought out of items washed up on the shore. And by the way, if you have any old limbs and branches lying around from recent pruning or landscaping, just toss them in the nearest river. She’ll find them eventually.