All in a Day's "Work"

It all started last night when the kid and I left to watch the sunset over the bay. There were several big boxes waiting for us under the house. I wonder why they didn't want to carry them up all those stairs? Grin. I had ordered yet two more bed frames for the twin beds. I wasn't happy with the first ones. Seemed too flimsy on the extra-long twins. And I couldn't get the headboards attached, even with an adapter. Always sumfin. I also ordered a drip-dry rack to hang over the sink in the laundry room. That is a must! Of course, everything came in at the same time.

We continued on our mission, checking the mailbox as we drove off. All my Gladys Taber books arrived. What a day for packages! Whoohoooo. Normally, we go to the pier but we thought we would be more like the locals this evening and find a quaint spot along the shoreline. There was a cute little park just calling our name, complete with picnic table. As the kid explored the beach, I began my first, of four, Stillmeadow books. I have to admit, it is delightful right from the get-go. How can you go wrong with the salt breeze blowing your hair as you begin your summer reading? Can't. It was just perfect.

The kid found some beautiful pieces of driftwood to add to our collection; I have it outside ridding it of any sand fleas or other unwanted creatures. Ew. Look at the lovely Spanish moss that grows here. I just love it. I remember the very first time I ever saw Spanish moss was in the bayous of Louisiana as we were driving toward New Orleans around 1973. I remember the year well because we went back and forth about even going due to the recent gas rations. We trudged on, of course. You couldn't keep my dad home during the summer months. It was always another route through to Georgia (my mom's home) and Texas (his home). Always an adventure, of course. Anyhoo, that moss draped across the old oaks just mesmerised me. It was just so beautiful. Now I'm fortunate enough to have it so close by. We don't have any on our trees, I don't know why. But it's around and about for us to spy whenever we feel the urge.


Yesterday, I got my ATC of the Month out and washed my new vintage hankies that I will be using as a valance in my desk window. I found them in a little shop in Foley for a buck or two each. I made a make-do ironing board (magazine, newspaper and flour sack) on the counter after finding a $15 iron at Big Lots in town. Will probably never use the thing again while we're here. Let's hope. I got the drip-dry rack hung, after a conniption when I got the first screws set too close to the wall--grrrrrr. Sorry kid. Now I'm using it to dry the life preserver and he kid's trunks. One thing about the river, you definitely need to wash things out once you take them off. It's a tad too humid to hang things out to dry; so the rack is p-e-r-f-e-c-t ! Work? I guess you can call it work.

We're watching the Ghost Hunters re-runs before the new one tonight! Woohoo! Too much fun, we're having.