Sunday, July 31, 2011

Four

Four more nights away from home....
I'm having fun but really miss my sweet hubby and sneaky kitty.

The tyre has been replaced. I'm crossing my fingers that we don't have to pay for it.

Tomorrow brings....Shakespeare and a midsummer night's dream.

It should be fun!

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

I just drank half a bottle of champagne....

And so did my travel buddy.

We were celebrating.

What were we celebrating?

Katie and Nigel.

Who are Katie and Nigel?

They are the two lovely people who stopped when I waved them down on the side of a narrow, winding road, to help us change a flat tyre.

We rented a car today. It is NOT a compact car, like I reserved.

I scratched the door handle on a rock and apparently blew out a tyre, too.

This whole driving on the wrong side of the road thing is for the bids.

Only six more days of it to go.

Prayers would be great.

We'll be trying to figure out where the heck to get the tyre repaired tomorrow. So much for sightseeing.

Again, prayers would be nice.

Having fewer incidents the rest of this trip would be nice, too.

Friday, July 22, 2011

Just to let you know....

Scotland is amazing.

Even more magical than I remembered.

And i've got almost two more weeks here!

Sweet hubby is still holding down the fort, and I miss him like crazy.

This trip is, so far, absolutely fantastic.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

annual beach vacation, in review

Oh, what fun!

Boat rides and swimming and playing in the sand, reading and dancing and baking cakes, kayaking and making ice cream and shrimp and grits....















Oh, what fun!

Five years of summer vacations....

I think this group should stick together!

Saturday, July 9, 2011

Update...

New alarm panel, installed.

Sweet hubby back at the beach.

Friends have arrived.

Great day playing in the sand and surf yesterday.

God is good.

Thursday, July 7, 2011

While i'm waiting

I thought i'd let you know that the alarm company called my cell phone tonight, around 9:30 pm. I missed the call. Sweet hubby missed the call to his cell phone, too, but my daddy didn't miss his call.

My daddy headed over to my house, freshly armed with the alarm code, and the key he normally has on hand. He called back frantic, because the alarm panel didn't have an "off" button like i'd said it would. I asked him if he was looking at the panel by the closet, or the old one. He said, "There's not a panel by the closet." I said, "between the bulletin board and the closet. Don't you see the new panel?"

"No. Oh, here it is, on the floor."

Ummmmmmm..... Not what I wanted to hear.

He made his way into the living room and asked if we had a tv on the dresser between the bookshelves. Ummmmmm, yes. Well, it's not there anymore.

Dad, where is Rayen? Go in the bathroom and find her treats, see if she will come get one.

No Rayen.

Sweet hubby and I, at the beach, 3 hours away, exchange panicked glances.

Daddy says he's going to call the police again and will get back to me in a little bit.

And he did. He called my sister, too, and she was able to find the cat. HUGE sighs of relief. I about cried. Ok, maybe we both about cried. That cat is like a child to us. Dad checked on sweet hubby's laptop, which should have been in plain sight in the living room. Probably not the best place to have left it, buti know sweet hubby left in a hurry for the beach this afternoon. It's gone. Sweet hubby activated the computer security system, which will take. Picture of whomever tries to use it and will send he location....

And still no police. But daddy could hear them all over the neighborhood, and chatted with a couple neighbors, too. They saw someone carrying a tv down the road and called the police. So even though I don't know those neighbors, they recognized that people don't usually walk down the street with a gigantic tv under their arm, and they took action. So few people do that these days. I'm pretty glad they called.

Eventually the police showed up at the house. They talked to my dad, called me on the phone, probably called sweet hubby on the phone. Sweet hubby left to take care of the house and the kitty. Never mind that he had just arrived here four hours before.

As far as I know, the police dusted for fingerprints, filed a report, and made an effort to chase the guy around the neighborhood. and now it is 1 am and i'm at the beach waiting for my friends to arrive, wondering whether sweethubby has stayed awake for the car ride, and still pretty shaken up that someone was in mynhouse and to our things.

Even though they are just things, and what matters is all ok. What matters: Rayen and sweet hubby, daddy and my sister (mama and brother too, but they weren't at the house tonight!).

With any luck, we'll get a new alarm panel installed tomorrow. And maybe have a computer and tv recovered. And hopefully sweet hubby can make it back down to the beach.....but I doubt he'll leave our sweet kitty home by herself this weekend.

This weekend...

Two of my best friends from college are bringing their families to the beach! I am so excited to see them.

We used to dancetogether in college. We really didn't know each other until we were grouped together in an improv class....working on a contact project....and all of a sudden the three of us literally put our heads together. It was.....interesting. Improv was never my favorite thing. I love watching other people do it, but I hated to be watched while I did. That was freshman year. Our friendships grew and grew over the next four years. Christi and I were always stuck together at the barre (arranged by body types, thanks Ms. Joan and Ms. Janet!) and Nicole and Christi lived in the same building. I went on a date with the guy Nicole ended up dating for most of college. We went to Florida for spring break one time and went to concerts in Atlanta. We talked and laughed and ate and danced and laughed some more. Christi and Nicole became roommates and Nicole changed her major from dance. She convinced me to take a women of the bible class with her, which was an interesting shift of pace for me from dance and Spanish. We ran to each other whenever there was trouble, too. Trouble with boys, teachers, other friends. I remember one night when Nicole and I stayed up late playing candy land, just so I wouldn't have to go back to my room and a "friend" who was trying to find me.

During our senior year, Christi opened a dance studio in her hometown and drove home to teach every weekend. She knew exactly what she wanted to do with her life, and wasn't about to waste her time getting started. She's managed to grow her studio into a most successful small business, and the shows that she puts on as recitals draw huge crowds in her town.

Nicole went to seminary in New Orleans after graduation. I went to summer camp. I traveled a little in Europe and settled in Scotland for several months. I sent postcards to Nicole from all over the place. She kept them together and made them into a book for me. I came home, went to summer camp again, and moved to Chile. Christi kept growing her studio, Nicole was between seminary and missions. While I was in Chile, Christi got engaged. I came home to be in her wedding, just a week or so after I got engaged. Nicole went to India that summer, just after she, too, was engaged. She bought the silk for her wedding dress in India.

Christi was married on March 26, 2005. Nicole was married on new years that year. Sweet hubby and I were married on March 25, 2006. Barely, but we were married within a year. All three of us. And we were all in each others weddings. How neat is that?

And so, after we were all married, we began the tradition. The annual summer beach trip. It's the only time we know that the three of us can get together during the year. One year we didn't make it to the beach, but we still got together. That was the first year with babies. This year the babies are 2 and 2 and a half. Last year they hated the sand and the water. Hopefully they will like it a little better this y, or we might have to come up with a new summer get together plan.

Another great thing about seeing my girls?

Sweet hubby gets to see the guys. The guys get along great, which seems pretty miraculous to me....and definitely makes it easier to vacation together.

I'm so excited that everyone's on the way!

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

pink things! (and New York)

Get ready. It's long.

Let's start with some pink things. Because I like them.

These are just a few of the pink things I spotted in New York:


A vase, with an elephant included, at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.


Pink flowers on the High Line, at night time.


A little girl dressed up for the jazz age lawn party on Governor's Island. Isn't she a treat?

I love pink things!

And I loved my trip to visit New York, and Roommate!

You'll remember that the packing situation was a little interesting -- trying not to pay for a carry-on bag. It worked out. Look at all of these clothes that I took with me! (And look how small that bag is!) (Also, please don't be alarmed by the herd of elephants in the background. The summer I was 18, my grandmother had the room redone with lots of "color", meaning brown, brown, and more brown....the elephants take some getting used to, but definitely block out the light....I can sleep until all hours in that bedroom.)


I folded them carefully and stacked them with care.


Then I added a few toiletries, the iPad, and set my purse on top of it all....And avoided paying the $40 at the gate that the airline was charging some unfortunate people who had forgotten to read the fine print.


And so you can see the real size of that bag, in context with a human being....Here I am with Roommate, and again with my traveling buddy for the upcoming trip to Scotland.




I was in NY from Wednesday until Saturday. It was a full visit. Here's a list:
Wed.:
1. Lunch near Roommate's office
2. Natural History Museum
3. Supper at a taqueria, extremely tasty.
4. Museo del Barrio
Thurs.:
1. Metropolitan Museum of Art
2. Lunch
3. Metropolitan Museum of Art
4. Supper with traveling buddy and Roommate
5. Walk in Hudson River Park
6. Walk on the High Line
7. Dessert in Times Square. Yum.
Fri.:
1. Tour of UN
2. Lunch with Roommate (Vietnamese food -- YUM.)
3. The Frick Collection
4. Jimmy's Cheesecake.
5. Drinks. Beginning of baseball game.
6. Mary Poppins! (very entertaining -- lots of fun!)
7. Home just in time to see the bottom of the 13th inning and the gamecocks winning! (this was semifinals).
Sat.:
1. Governor's island Jazz Age Lawn Party. Treats!
2. Airport....back to the beach for family beach week!

It was a busy but fun trip, leading into a busy but fun family beach week. This summer has had some great vacations in it already....

Friday, July 1, 2011

I am...

Sitting in a rocking chair on the front porch with a lovely breeze.

Listening to the sounds of the "dock man" fixing up the dock.

At the beach house for another week.

Relaxed.

Not very tan.

Not very productive.

Hoping not to help make supper tonight.

Hoping to start sewing something fun soon.

Hoping my mama didn't break the sewing machine, which can be a finicky little machine.

Smelling the salt breeze and humidity.

Thinking about taking a nap.

Thinking about eating a whoopee pie.

Thinking about chex mix.

Thinking about shrimp creole.

Thinking about how good my mama's cooking is.

And about how funny it was when my grandma tried to give my dad a lesson on how to load the dishwasher today.

And about how many silly romance novels I checked out from the library today.

And how nice it will be to spend another week here before my next big adventure.

Once the family is gone, I'll write about my amazing trip to New York.

Until then, I am on vacation.