Sometimes, when you live at the beach, it’s possible to take it for granted. Not so much if you are an adult who, for example, grew up in the Midwest far, far from any ocean. But if you are a boy who, oh say, has lived on a small island in the Atlantic since you […]
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When I Am an Old Woman
Two days before we left Chicago to move to one of the Carolina islands, the owner of the duplex we had rented there for the off-season suddenly decided that his duplex wasn’t really ready for renters. He did, however, offer to let us rent his nearby condo while we searched for a new place, an […]
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Sharks And Cowgirls
Last Thursday marked our first trip to the beach in swimsuits for 2012. Baby-girl proudly wore her new pink princess swimsuit and ran out to the ocean, squealing as the water hit her legs, begging me to move farther and farther into the Atlantic. The ocean felt notably warmer than the week before, so we […]
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A Weekend At The Old House
As I mentioned yesterday, we spent last weekend back at the old house. We had some business to wrap up, including finishing the spring cleaning and preparing the house for new tenants. Have I discussed how much I love cleaning up after other people? It pleases me so, in an opposite of that sort of […]
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The Nameless Beach Game
We’ve been a bit busy of late, which I’ll likely get into later on this blog. But I wanted to share a quick glimpse of how we spent our Sunday afternoon, back at the old house. After a couple of days of shells, sandcastles and beach football, the small people opted to try a new […]
Business Calls, Island Style
Sometimes, when you live and work on an island, you find yourself doing business in strange places. Yes, that’s LCB in the background, taking a business call that came in while he was in the middle of climbing a live oak tree near our house. I offered spousal support by laughing, pointing and taking pictures. […]