I kicked the weekend off in reverse - Friday night errands, travel thinking, some food prep, and sheet changing. It's better to leave for the shore after 8 pm, so this is a good way to fill my time instead of sitting around getting tired. Breakfast is egg muffins with broccoli/red onion/tomatoes/cheese; lunch is turchicken burgers from the freezer with a side of cucumber salad; dinners will be chicken breasts with veggies and pasta salad. I'll probably also do salmon a few nights. I got to the shore around 10, missed the United States in the opening ceremony of the Olympics, and was a grouch until I fell asleep...after 1 because Gus was being a
party all the time dick.
Despite his post 1 a.m. jackassery, Gus got up at 4, and insisted on going for a walk at 6. When I say it poured rain before we made it one block, I mean soaked to your underwear rain. And yet the dogs continued on. Miserable, dripping wet. When we got back, I spent some quality time with Geege reading, painting my nails (OPI Cocktails and Coconuts), and having a nutritious breakfast.
Saturday afternoon was all about the work - some minor stuff in the house after the cleaning crew left, and heavy outdoor work cleaning sand out of a drainage ditch and a bunch of other sweat inducing shit. The people who left loved the mugs and knives (yes! people after my own heart) and left me a mug (
loved loved loved mug from the owner of
The Little Bee Co., a cloth diaper business that donates one diaper to every child in need for every diaper bought) and flowers. So nice. After sweating our asses off, we had lunch and a little lie down.
Saturday afternoon we went fishing. MFD made friends and cast lines and I finished a book. Then I wanted to go home, but I was the net carrier so I had to stay until the bitter end. I kept saying I carried a net like I was Baby but on a fishing pier instead of at a staff party in the Catskills. Dirty Dancing: Fishing Pier version. But no dancing. Or Swayze.
Saturday night MFD did some mummery, and Stephen, Aubrey, and Lola Jean arrived. We hit the boards and got some Kohr Bros, then retired around 11.
Sunday morning we walked around by the bay so Lola could nap. Then we hit the beach! Lola has a pretty sweet set up, these tents seem to be the choice of parents these days and I can totally see why. Lola is an animal heading towards the waves. No fear. Reading, swimming, enjoying nicely labeled sandwiches made by my brother, and people watching were about the only other things I did. . Speaking of, my brother has jokes with this hat. Thankfully it's just jokes. MFD left to go to work around 1 and we headed back to the house a little after 3.
Sunday night we hit the boards again. I absolutely love seeing my niece here in a place I've loved my whole life in the first summer of her life. Yet another
pinch me do I really own a house here am I dreaming moment. I had to get Lola a little Ocean City swag.
I loaded the dogs in the car at 8:35 and my brother noticed my car was keyed. I filed a police report and the cop's colorful language upon seeing the damage made me laugh. Never doubt the positive impact of a well placed and appropriately inflected curse word, my friends.
This was our last weekend at the shore until the end of the month. It was a great one!
Tomorrow is Show Us Your Books day!
