It has been a long time since 6 has done a blog. No real reason other than time. So much has happened over the past winter, but now it is time to settle in and think about all the adventures we have shared relaxing in paradise.
Last year on the pre-vacation vacation 6 arrived with his fedora and light blue seersucker pants, and the traditional white button-down shirt, ready to face the best dresses want-to-be’s the ocean room has to offer! I stepped off of the plane being meet by “oh so many long faces”, of people standing in long lines just waiting for their turn to board the airplane 6 just left, taking them back to the real world. At this point 6 can only hope that giving those “poor saps” a glimpse of what is the aura of 6 would bring a sense of hope for those leaving paradise. As 6 made his way thru the throngs of long face people 6 fought his way to the exit where he was greeted by 4,7&8, one of which popped the car’s trunk, what a greeting. The adventure begins by trying to figure our what exit we need to get off in order to get to the Rex store, opinions vary, but soon, the GPS tells us where to get off. One would think that after so many years four adults would remember, 6 can only conclude that logic goes out the window in paradise. Speaking of logic, 6 has often contemplated why there is such a mad rush to reach paradise, but when we arrive, we do nothing but wait… condo not ready, rain, long lines at HT, beach closed, luggage did not make the flight, Joe Biden motor cade closing the roads, accident on the main line, flooding, robbery at 4’s favorite gas station, all the rental cars are sold out, someone takes your rental car, the list just keeps going on! We end up doing whatever it takes, after all what is better than sitting in the burning sand, piercing sun, sand infused driving winds, drinking a bottle of Rex, with a side of cheese and crackers? Before you know it, you are tired, cranky, sunburned, dehydrated, and emptying a week’s worth of food into a large green container. The dreaded alarm, awakens us from our slumber, not a word is said, everyone knows what happens next, pack the car and head to the airport to become one of the long faces, standing in line waiting for the aluminum tube to take you back from where you came.
As we all know it is spring, and in our neighborhood social media platform, a person who has lived here for only a year asked, does anyone have problems with snakes? They continued, last night we found a copper head in in our daughters’ bedroom. Needless to say many other chimed in with snake stories, I should have told them about the 6 foot black snake 8 saw going under our deck last 4th of July. This place is still the copper head capital of the world..
Words of wisdom: It really doesn’t matter why, what matters, is who.
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