We’ve had a pretty nice few days here in the valley. Not tropical for sure, but pleasant.
All this week, we were to be cruising on the Caribbean with my cousin Gloria and her husband Gary. But my husband’s recent bypass surgery put the skids on that. Doctor’s orders! So, we bid the Bethkes adieu.
We were just finishing dinner at 6:30 the other night when the phone rang. The best of friends wanted to know what we were doing at 8. Nothing in particular we answered.
“Then we’re coming over and bringing dessert,” they said.
We had no idea what was up, but they arrive with a beach bag filled to the brim with “stuff,” and another bag with sweet goodies. Plus a card showing a man and women walking on a sunny sandy beach and the words, “Sorry you had to miss the boat. We’re bringing a little tropical paradise to you.”
Our friends asked that everything be removed from the coffee table in the family room. They proceeded to cover the coffee table with a blue/green beach towel. Next they laid out a spread of not only an assortment of seashells but honeydew, cantaloupe, pineapple and grapes. They brought ginger snaps and frosting, flowery tropical paper plates and napkins as well as a sun hat. When I saw that I dashed for my grandmother’s old sun hat, something of hers that I cherish.
These friends also asked that we insert their copy of “25 Tranquil Classics,” into our DVD player.
While we enjoyed the tropical fruit, the sweets and our closeness, we saw and heard on our TV, the blending of oceanic imagery with a collection of soothing classical selections – everything from Albeniz’s “Tango in D,” to Puccini’s “La boheme” to Beethoven’s Piano Sonata No 14 to Tchaikovsky’s “Swan Lake.”
It was indeed a heavenly tropical setting and the mark of a deep and abiding friendship between us and — well let’s just refer to them as Moe and Arlene – the characters from the children’s book, “Moe the Dog in Tropical Paradise.”
Incidentally, the book also arrived by way of the beach bag. It tells the story of Moe, the dog, who has a week off in the middle of blustery winter but can’t afford to go to a tropical beach. So he pulls things from his attic, goes to the building supply store and the grocery store. When he has all he needs for his idea, he works late into the night setting up palm trees, beaches and sunshine inside his house. The next day he invites his best doggy friend, Arlene, over and together they enjoyed calypso music, seashells and sand. They spent all week in their tropical paradise and never got a sun burn.
Where did these friends of ours come from? We’re convinced – straight from heaven.