What Diabetes?

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My view from where I relaxed against the huge drift wood.

We arrived at the beach, Venice Beach in Half Moon Bay, CA, around 6pm.

We carried our sand toys and large sheet down to the soft sand.

We moved a huge (like 12 foot long, 12 inch in diameter) piece of drift wood away from the washed up sea weeds and spread the sheet out in front of it.

We took off our sandals and started hopping waves.

We breathed in salty sea air.

We drew words and pictures in the sand.

We built sand castles.

We took pictures.

We buried our feet in mounds of sand.

We played with Lego mini figures.

We searched for sand crabs.

We relaxed to watch the sun set.

We shook sand off clothes and bodies.

We packed up sand toys and found buried Lego mini figures.

We were on the beach for about 3 hours.

It wasn’t until we got back in the van and I saw Sugarboy’s diabetes bag on the seat that I remembered that diabetes was even in our lives.

We had a great wonderful Amazing time playing on the beach.

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Diabetes ain’t got no strings on me.

Yes it is still Wednesday for me here in Cali. No this post isn’t wordless but our evening was.

7 thoughts on “What Diabetes?

    1. It was a great afternoon – forgetting about diabetes was a real blessing. Not that we are always thinking of it but usually it creeps up even when we are having a fun. As far as fearing it – no – we don’t fear diabetes, diabetes should fear us.

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    1. I do so love living 45 minutes from the beach. Cali might drive me nuts sometimes but I don’t know that I would be able to give up the beach if it was ever suggested we move.

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