What I Did After My Late Summer Vacation:
I drove my husband to the ER on Sunday night after he crawled to the car, unable to stand or walk. Yeah, he threw his back out while doing some yard work. There was talk of doing an MRI today, but his doctor settled for an x-ray. It showed no damage to the disks or vertebrae, so we're calling it muscle strain for now. He's all dopey on Vicodin and Flexeril, the lucky dawg.
We did have a marvelous time with The Gang at the beach. My sister Kay and her kiddos Josh and Beth were there, along with my Mom ... Adam & Brandy, Emilie & Jud, and me & Jimmy made up the rest of the crowd. We all took turns cooking and cleaning the kitchen, which made for a really nice vacation. The weather was perfect, cool and comfortable humidity ... except for the day of rain on Thursday. And some of us even claimed to enjoy the forced "stay inside and do nothing" of that whole business, although I was not one of them. I totally enjoyed the sunshine! The beach was uncrowded, the house was huge, and the company made me smile all week long.
Oh here, let me let the pictures do the talking ...
On the first evening, the house next door was the site of a beach wedding. My goofball husband pretended he was the Secret Wedding Photographer and hid in the sea oats for a few snapshots of strangers:
The Mother of my Soon-To-Be-Born Granddaughter, looking especially pretty:
Everybody enjoyed the pool:
Niece Beth and I, enjoying a late afternoon walk by the ocean. (Is she texting again?!?)
View of the Cherry Grove Fishing Pier from our "front yard":
We had so much fun at Medieval Times:
Nephew Josh and Jud, hobbling back home after being maimed on the Killer Skimboard:
Em, relaxing on the beach while Jud tried a little surf-fishing:
The week's motto: "It's 5 O'Clock Somewhere":
A group shot before heading home again:
Thanks for the memories, y'all.