Wednesday, July 28, 2010
3 days later...and then some stuff about 2002
The last 2 days we had some visitors in town. My brother and his family came down from Vermont. My SIL is is awesome, and they have 3 kids under 13. We spent most of the day Monday and Tuesday at the beach and lots of time in the water which was a comfortable 70 degrees.
My brother spent 99.9% of the time talking about sharks and the who, what, and why of their prompt for attacking. He kept appraising which unlucky swimmer was out the furthest. He wondered if we should pay them, and how much would be appropriate to offer someone to act as shark bait for us. We spotted "Shark Bait Couple"...since couples kissing are always most likely going to be attacked by a shark. There was all kinds of shark- related nonsense coming from him at all times. My brother likes to "tell a joke until it isn't funny and then keep telling it until it's funny again".
I could never live in Vermont. If I could semi-reasonably move in the near future it would be to the eastern seaboard of Virginia or North Carolina. I love a good portion of the south, and I certainly wouldn't be heading any more north than I already am. This has to do with temperature and the less snow I see and cold I feel, the happier I am. I wouldn't even consider the west coast no matter how much I love it, I just can't imagine being far from my family and from Manhattan. And it's not like we have the flexibility with two disabled children to wander around from place to place.
I spent a little over 3 months "living" in Norfolk when my Twinkies were born, unexpectedly, while vacationing at my parents' (then) home in Duck, NC. Hated it at first considering the horrible circumstances, but left absolutely loving the city. The people were so good to me, the food ended up being just fine and it was charming.
This is me and one of my twins in Norfolk in 2002- what ended up being the longest "vacation" ever:
Love Ms. Crabass