Back home

Where else can you have two glazed, pretzel-shaped donuts for breakfast and chase it with a piece of Special Dark? Where else is a traditional Independence Day meal completely Mexican? Where else will Mimi place a Fuzzy Navel into your empty hand because, well, doesn’t everyone like a pre-dinner drink? Where else do card games and charades cause cousins to shout late into the night? Ah, the shore.

Unfortunately, because the majority of our beach time was plagued by gray clouds and whipping winds, the time was not quite as idyllic as other vacations in JG’s memory have been. Sitting on the beach is not so pleasant when you’re wearing sweats and a hoodie while you huddle under your makeshift-blanket-but-actual-beach-towel, all the while being stung by pellets of sand from all directions. At least yesterday was warm and beautiful, so we got one good day in and I am tan enough to make a difference, but not so much that I look like a coconut. Regardless, I managed to eat more than my share of seafood and take a whole mess of pictures, including an inordinate amount depicting the lifeguard boat. I just couldn’t stop myself.

Even after just four days away, the old homestead is a sight for sore eyes. I still have to wade through my pictures for prints and process my journal scribblings, but for now, our big couch is calling my name. It’s good to be back.