We arrived in Dewey Beach and found our accommodations included a short walk to view the sunset. And family to boot! How great is that?
On Friday we were headed to the Heritage Gardens, which I posted about. But I forgot about our stop to see this pretty gristmill along the way.
I’m a lucky woman. Not only have I had someone special to enjoy this journey with me, and spent time with old and new friends, and family, but I’ve also spent the last couple of days with my daughter and family. So I’ve spent more time face to face with people than on the computer. And all the while I’ve been taking pictures, but I’ve lost track of all the places I’ve been and photos I’ve taken. But I’ll find them, they are in this computer…somewhere.
I don’t know that I ever thought of setting sail in a pirate ship as an Easter activity, but it sure turned out to be a fun day. The weather was gorgeous and the company was the best. John’s Pass is a fun place to visit and I wandered until it was time to board the boat. Oops, ship.
What a fun way to spend the day with family and friends. And nobody had to walk the plank…
Last Saturday night my friend and I spent a few hours driving around her neighborhood, guided by GPS and following the stops set out in a ‘menu’ of sorts. Each destination was a house that was participating in a friendly competition over who would have the best Christmas display.. What a fun way to spend an evening and see if we could dredge up some holiday spirit while we were at it. I’ve totally lost track of which houses belonged to the runners-up, but I to definitely remember which house I thought would win, and it did. But I’m saving it for last.
And the winner is…
Music was playing at many of the stops, and I heard that one stop was serving hot chocolate. But I loved the winning house because Dad was manning a snow machine that was mounted on this sleigh and kids were invited out of the cars to check it out. He kept up a friendly banter, and his young teenaged sons were also working the crowd and giving out Christmas cards. I loved that it was such a family event.
And while I was working on these pictures I ran out to check the mail and found a Christmas card from my granddaughter who lives in Munich, Germany. It’s written in German but translated for me by her. Yes, family is what it’s all about and we shared many Christmas experiences together in the past, and hopefully there will be more to come in the future also. Merry Christmas Kara, and to all of you too!
Day one of early voting in Florida found me in a socially distanced line waiting to vote, which is all I have to say about this election. The first election that I actually remember was the 1956 election. I was turning eight, and horrified to realize that Eisenhower might not continue to be president. Since I thought life was just perfect as it was I worried that he wouldn’t be re-elected. Or they could elect my daddy, I thought that would be a dandy idea also. Next up was the 1960 election of JFK, a big deal in MA of course, so that left a lasting impression. But with a voting age of 21, and due to my July birthday, the first election I was able to vote in was the 1972 election. I was living in San Diego at the time, so waiting for my husband to get home from work meant that Nixon had already been declared the winner before I went out and voted with my home state, the only state to go for McGovern.
To be honest I had to look up a list of the presidential elections after that to remind myself who ran, who was elected, and who I voted for. I’m only batting 500, but I actually thought it was worse than that, and for me most of those elections came and went without a lot of emotion on my part. Probably the most memorable one was the 2000 Bush/Gore election, which isn’t surprising. But it so happened that a friend of the family was on the Bush election team, which is probably why my two oldest grandkids were very aware of the election and excited about it. We walked to the polls to vote that morning, the kids rode their new scooters and we were going to McDonald’s for breakfast afterwards. The line was just long enough for it to seem like an event, but not so long that the kids got bored. They were allowed into the polling booth with me and they were given their own “I voted” stickers. For this grandmother it was the perfect educational moment, I just loved everything about that day, until the vote count. It was educational in an entirely unexpected way when my grandson asked me several weeks later, “Hey Mimi, did they ever figure out who won that election?”
The story of this election is still to be written… God bless America…
It was a sunset soccer game and our team won!
Here’s the kick for the first goal…
See, the ball is in the net (in the corner by his hand), I totally missed that until my daughter pointed it out.
And more soccer moments…
I probably don’t have to mention that #26 is my grandson. And as long as I’m bragging I might also mention that he scored the only two goals of the game. Good job Thomas!