Monday, September 28, 2015
We got home late yesterday afternoon. Thankfully unpacking didn’t take too long … I don’t know about you all, but I can’t stand having all the suitcases and bags hanging around, so once everything gets into the house, I have to unpack everything and put it all away. If I stop to sit down and take it easy, I won’t get back to the task at hand. And that is borne out in the master bath, where all my toiletries are still in the zip-lock bags this morning.
The rain finally moved through the area so our last couple of days on the Island were wonderful days. And we milked them for all they were worth, with nice long walks along the water’s edge.
Where we finally found our first sand dollar … and it was a baby one … about the size of a quarter (wish I’d had a quarter in my pocket so I could have laid it next to the sand dollar for perspective).
We also saw another starfish.
Yes, that’s my shadow as I was taking the picture. And we saw dinner being caught.
Saturday morning, after one last sunrise on the water, we stopped at our favorite restaurant for one last meal before heading home. We made it past Atlanta … and vowed that we’d never drive through Atlanta again! It started with our GPS warning of a 52-minute delay on our route (thank goodness for traffic alerts), so we chose to travel the alternate route mapped out by our GPS. It added 29 minutes to the trip, but that’s a lot better than 52! We were finally directed back to the Interstate, but I think we would have both rather stayed on the back roads … traffic was very heavy and it was raining. We were both pretty worn out by the time we stopped for the night … and we’d only traveled 5 hours that day. Whew! Unfortunately, Sunday’s drive wasn’t a whole lot better … there was a brief moment where we weren’t sure that we’d make it home. We were coming up on a Greyhound bus when suddenly a rear panel broke loose and was flapping furiously … we were sure that it would totally break loose and fly back and strike our car. DH put the brakes on to put a lot of distance between us and the bus … and then thankfully the driver realized that something was amiss and pulled the bus over and we were able to safely pass. It was a scary, scary moment.
The majority of the trip was spent listening to the Cardinals lose a game they should have won … while I basted hexies.
It certainly helped the miles fly by.
Thanks to a remark made by Mary over at Hill Country Quilter, I’ve declared today to be recovery/re-entry day. I’ve done a little laundry, got caught up on blog reading and plan to put away those toiletries out on the bathroom counter. DD has already asked if I’d be available to come up after they finish up school this morning … well, of course! It took me all of 3 seconds to text back that I’ll be there. Now if the Ts will cooperate by cranking out their schoolwork.
As much as I’m missing the beach, I have to say that I’m so very glad to be back home. I hope that whatever you have planned for today includes a little something that brings you joy ... have a great day!