2 Weeks of Heaven

After spending Friday celebrating our country’s birthday and independence by shopping packing, Mom and I got an early start Saturday morning. Some of you might have had a cup of coffee before you left the house. Some of you might have stopped at Dunkin Donuts. Or perhaps Starbucks. But, I don’t do coffee. I prefer a steady drip of a different type of caffeine. The kind from a ginormous cup of Diet Coke. And it’s heavenly when it's from here:See, that was not much of a delay? I wonder how many potty breaks this will cause? It is a wonderful drive. Because I am not driving. Nor am I listening to Sponge Bob and Patrick argue. Or to the insidious vocals of Pokemon. Or to the latest exploits of the Tanner Family on Full House. We are in radio hell It is blissfully silent. So I get to read. And finish my book. And even start another.

And when we finally approach the bridge to the island, I just know that heaven can be a place on Earth...

We go to St. George Island most every summer. I love it there. It’s so peaceful. And not commercial or touristy at all. The island is mostly houses…one small inn…and a B&B. There are a few restaurants. A small market. We drive about half an hour to Apalachicola to go to the Piggly Wiggly for our groceries. The closest Walmart is 2 hours away in Panama City Beach. Heaven.

Here is our house. Another slice of heaven. I like to sit on the second story deck in my Adirondack chair and read. And watch the cars go by. And the people on their bikes. I can see the boats in the ocean. And sometimes Dolphins playing. Here is the view from that top most deck. See how close we are to the beach? Heaven.

On Sunday…we all slept late. 10AM late. If there was ever a doubt…this seals the vacation deal. After breakfast we moseyed over to the beach. There really weren’t many people around. There were a couple of guys fishing. They had “friends” waiting to be invited to share. And one friend who didn’t take kindly to waiting and stole breakfast right out of that open bucket. But I didn’t manage to capture that because I was being pummeled by waves. There must have been a storm out at sea, because it’s usually quite calm. Hardly any waves. Here is a picture of me last year. See? It looks like it could have been taken at the lake. (Do I get bravery points for posting a picture of myself in a suit?) After being battered by the waves, I got out to take pictures of the girls. And exfoliate my feet.The girls were in absolute heaven in the surf. I think they captured several pounds of sand in their suits.

And when we are done at the beach…we can just walk back to the house to the pool… I am not sure that two weeks of heaven will be enough…