She is kind to invite me even though I can’t ever go because we still have things going on at work. I tell her to keep including me on the off chance something happens.
This year, however, was different. The trip didn’t start until May 15 and we finished up on May 12. So, I jumped at the chance to go thinking that I might not get the opportunity again any time soon.
Maisy has made this trip before without me. My auto bobo was
Maisy and Otis went this year. And friend Gwen, too.
Gwen and I hauled our sewing machines and all sorts of quilting projects down there thinking we would get a lot done. But something happens when you’re at the beach. There really is something to this “island time” thing. I took my watch off when I got there and didn’t put it back on till I left. I got a little bit of sewing done. Gwen was more prolific.
I spent my time napping, walking on the beach, taking pictures of shore birds, and eating. Spent a small amount of time in the pool.
On the last night there, we got to see the space shuttle docked with the space station fly by overhead. Way cool.
Of course the oil spill was on everyone’s mind.
It makes me angry and sad and I can hardly think about it without wanting to cry.
We ate as much seafood as we could while we could.