I must say that Amelia did VERY well in the car for the trip there and back. Thank goodness. We went down there on Saturday and came back on Wednesday.
Our plan Sunday morning was to go to the beach because goodness knows when we would get to enjoy it again. Even though it looked kind of cloudy, we went ahead with our plans because we could think of many times in the past that we had canceled beach trips because it looked rainy, and then it would brighten up again, making us wish we had gone anyway. So we packed up all the gear--an umbrella, beach chairs, beach toys, an icebox, the whole shebang. Once we were loaded in the car, I turned my key, and...NOTHING. My battery was dead. And then it started POURING rain. I love this pic--my dad laughing at the ridiculousness of it all and an unfazed Amelia eating raisins in the backseat:
On Tuesday, however, the weather was beautiful, so my mom, Amelia, and I went. This is more like it:
Nothing like eating Cheetos at the beach!Anyway, while we were there, boats started patrolling in the distance, looking for evidence of oil. Official-looking people were also walking along the shore, examining the seaweed. It was kind of eerie:
That evening (Tuesday), my mom, Amelia, and I met my Aunt Winifred for dinner. My dad and his brothers (one of whom is Aunt Winifred's husband) had gone on a fishing trip, so we had a girls' night out. It was good to see her again!And somewhere in there (Monday?), we visited some with Darryl's family. Amelia enjoyed playing with her cousins! (And forgetful me forgot the camera.)
When we returned Wednesday, Amelia and I went to a birthday party for my cousin Larson. We have some wacky age differences on my mom's side of the family; Larson is my first cousin, but he is only a year older than Amelia. Anyway, I forgot my real camera and had to resort to my iPhone one. Here's a pic of the birthday boy blowing out the candles:
Wednesday was indeed a long day and we both just collapsed when we got home.
Darryl finally returned on Friday and we were glad to have him back!
Saturday, we found out that our house wasn't going to sell after all. It was ultimately decided that the mortgage company has to go by the current FEMA flood map, and unfortunately that has us in a Grade A Flood Zone. Even though poor Darryl had fought it by getting an engineer and a surveyor out here to determine that we are 3.5 feet ABOVE the 100-year Flood Plain, it wasn't enough. (By the way, that was what we were instructed to do...we can only hope it will help us in avoiding having to pay an exorbitant price for flood insurance.) It stinks, and we're bummed, but we also realize that, as they say, "this too shall pass." And we are fortunate. We have jobs; we have a home. There are many people out there right now who can't say the same.
In an effort to have a little "me time" and get away from the packed boxes in the house, I went to the Princess Diana exhibit at the Atlanta Civic Center yesterday.
I was very impressed with it. I was able to see her wedding gown (with the 25 ft. train!) and some of her dresses. There were some other things there--drafts of speeches she made, childhood memorabilia, etc.--but my favorite was the dresses. I'm not sure why that is...I mean, I'm not really a fashionista myself...but I love the dresses. (When we went to the Smithsonian about 10 years ago, my favorite part was the Inauguration Ball gowns of the first ladies.) Anyway, I was very glad I went.So...that was last week. On a side note, I currently am watching (while I blog, so is that really watching?) an old Grey's Anatomy episode on Lifetime. It has made me realize how much better this show used to be than it is now. :-(
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