W Checking out Crabs
Still on Chincoteague Island until tomorrow. As always, vacations loom long in the beginning, then suddenly, it’s time to start packing.
W had to pull his usual vacation death scare, by taking (or hiding very well) an inordinate amount of his Grandmother’s thyroid medication.
2 useful facts: The National Poison Control Number can’t be dialed from your cell phone.
And: Your body can metabolize a lot of thyroid medication, since it’s a naturally occurring substance. (The poison control person told me this after I ran to a nearby medical clinic and we called them.)
This child will never cease schooling us in the mechanics of panic. He’s like our own little Mini-Emergency response system test. And it’s not like he’s roaming the streets, smoking Camels. It’s that if you don’t have eyes on him for two seconds, he’s painting his eyelids with your blue nail polish.
But here’s some shots of happier moments:
Fiddler Crab
Sunset on the Bay Side of the Beach
Crab Deck just over the bridge
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