one of those supposedly significant birthdays

Saturday, the boyos, Miss A, and I went to the beach.  There was waist high, fairly clean surf for Galveston.

Now, I have to admit that where my shoulders are, I do not paddle well.  If I can paddle, there is no strength and sometimes paddling causes pain I just have to breathe and be still until it recedes.  It was what I did on the mountain as well.  But I had fun.  My Beloved just floated and helped the Small Mister.  Small Mister rode a wave for the first time by himself.  He kept saying "more snow board!" after he got dunked and was blue.  Another boardhead in the famlly.

My Beloved got me some earrings but he also bought some rovings from different breeds of goats for me to try spinning.  I know it is an odd gift but it is so us.  I find the drop spinning such a meditation.  I am not sure that I wish to have these goats for fiber.  One is a Karakul and he is going to have to look up the other.  My Dad may pick me up some fleece to try, Cheviot.  I also wish to try Shetland.  I am a little late to be looking for fleeces but I can try.  I especially like the darker colors which are not so common.

I have started picking flowers from my garden which just makes me smile.

And the roses the boyos bought me for Valentine's day are trying to start.  It is exciting.