|On the Englewood, Florida beaches we do the Sharks tooth squat not the Sanibel Stoop. (Credit: Fotobug)|
The sharks teeth I was collecting needed a dedicated home. On those occasions when I actually did the laundry the tell-tale ping ping ping would send me running to stop the spin cycle. I would then pick all the wayward sharks teeth out of the bottom of the washing machine. I'm sure my Whirlpool warranty does not cover shells or the teeth of a big fish.
The big jar had been pushed back on a shelf awaiting a purpose anyhow. Since last September I have been collecting those sharks teeth one handful or pocketful at a time as I walk the late afternoon beach and enjoy the sunset. Over the last 9 months I have watched the sharks tooth level go up & down. I just love to give them away. I have to keep myself in that cycle of reciprocity - of giving & receiving - of the tide coming in & going out. Some have gone as far away as the Netherlands. Others have just been given away here & there to friends and family. So great news! The jar is finally full, nobody went hungry, & I do have clean clothes on.
|I started filling my jar last September 2010|
|The jar was filling up quite nicely as March 30, 2011|
|I have recently added kayaking to my list of housework detours (Credit: Momma AreGee)|
|From Jun 14, 2011|