I was feeling pretty good this morning, rested, not queasy.... So I thought I would go clam digging with my Dad and Angie (Mom stayed in the car). My original thought was that I could dig some clams, perhaps be helpful, bring the clams back to the van, (just do whatever was needed of me). I have told you lately how much lung cancer sucks? I was winded before I ever got to the beach, I helped Angie get about 30 clams, walked them back up the hill (while sucking breath), then sat in mom and dad's van for the next 30 minutes trying to catch my breath. Clam digging was nothing like I remember.
Something great happened due to the clam digging... When we got back, we cleaned and ground the clams for chowder. Once I got back to the house, I made a huge stockpot filled with chowder (some for Angie to take home) and I must say...it was delicious. Fresh clam chowder on a blustery day. Now that's what I call a joyous afternoon.
I'm attaching some photos. It's a dirty job, but somebody's gotta do it.
Love you more than all the clams we saw spitting at the beach today.
Dreaming Big,
Dor
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Although you were a bit winded yesteray I am really glad that you went out to the beach with us Mom. I loved making that memory with you.... and your soup was FANTASTIC!
Love you,
Angie
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