This is Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle. One day you may wake up and wonder what you can do with your day. It may seem like any other day, but no day is any other day. And that day for me was yesterday. I realized that this was the only day I would have this particular day. And on this particular day, Digby and I felt like taking a drive.
I didn’t feel like going far, but a ride seemed nice. And the persons thought that maybe we should take a drive to a place not far from where we are camped called Fernandina Beach, Florida.
I like it there. Yes, I’ve been there before. But some places are worth visiting more than once.
It was a cloudy day, but the sunshiney was in my heart because all of a sudden I remembered that my brother was still with us. And I remembered that we still had many more things to do together. And it was going to be a good day.
But truth he told, lately I have felt a little pressure to hold it all together. I like being in charge. But with Digby ill, I had to be even stronger. I had to be the anchor.
No one put this pressure on me but myself. Maybe you have done that too. And we all do what we have to do. And we throw out our anchor. We try to stay grounded. And yet, did you know, that like a ship, you can’t rely on just one anchor?
You can’t depend on just yourself. Some days you have to give yourself a break and pat yourself on the back for holding it together during tough times. Sometimes, you need to just be where you want to be! And Fernandina Beach, Florida was where I wanted to be.
We walked and gazed out at the boats. And we looked for manatees.
We had no plans. We just enjoyed the day. And our anchors, well, they worked. We forgot all about the past weeks with illnesses, tick bites, headaches and temperamental computers. None of that mattered yesterday. All was right again. And it was a very good day…this day.
Life has a way of knocking you down and trying to make your boat sink. We can’t be prepared for everything that will come our way. But when you are anchored in love with the ones around you after a storm, you sure do realize that the little things you worried about before matter none in the long run. Love run deeps…deeper than any ocean.
We think we will stay around here for a bit while Digby recovers. What will come next? Tomorrow. And that is good enough for me for now.
-Sheriff Peanut Butter Brickle