Any other time, a Wednesday is a good thing. It signifies the coming of the weekend. Half the week being behind you. But when you're at the beach, it's not a welcome day. It means vacation is entering its second half, it will be time to return soon to routine and work, leaving behind the days when the biggest decision was "get in the water" or "lay in the sun." Here is the day's images from Kasey's mom, Miss Karen. I've loved getting her daily diaries.
I love this one of Harleigh with Kasey's baseball cap on and in her glasses. Can't wait to kiss that face this weekend.
A house on the beach. Doesn't get much better than that. Even overcast, breezy days at the ocean are welcomed 'cause it means kite flying time.
The family, minus 3.
A beach chair, sand under your feet, and a girlfriend to gab with while watching the boys play.
They've had the beach to themselves. And set up a family compound.
"Our house was not unsentient matter — it had a heart and a soul, and eyes to see with; and approvals and solicitudes and deep sympathies; it was of us, and we were in its confidence and lived in its grace and in the peace of its benedictions. We never came home from an absence that its face did not light up and speak out in eloquent welcome — and we could not enter it unmoved."- Samuel Clemens
I am probably the most content person you'd ever want to meet. I have a decent job working with people I like, a loving family including a swell Old English Sheepdog, a home where nesting and curling up on slipcovered sofas is required, and a life rich in creative crafting and daydreaming. I someday want a cottage at the beach where my grandchildren can bring sandy feet into the house, wet bathing suits can dry on the front porch and everything we need to get to is a bicycle ride away.