We Didn’t Kill Each Other

My lovely mother rented a house at the beach a few weeks ago, and invited all her kidlets (and families) to join her. There were twelve people in one house. Twelve. The youngest was four. The oldest, sixty-something. And we brought Casey, our rescued Springer Spaniel, ’cause we’re gluttons for punishment.

The house was decorated in early Seventies Hobbit. If you sat on the chairs, your knees ended up by your ears. But it had enough bedrooms, and a very large living area, so it worked well for us.

When the weather cooperated, this is where we spent most of our time. Perched right above the sand and waves, we had stunning views up and down the beach.

See? Lovely views. And it only took us a few minutes to get down to the beach.

We did lots of beachy things during the week. Made fires. Roasted hot dogs and marshmallows.

Created sand art.

My two brothers engaged in kite wars. My niece just giggled.

When the weather got a little misty, we explored tide pools and hiked around a local point.

It can be problematic to combine four different families (and a dog) into one confined space, but we did okay. No one strangled anyone else. We didn’t have to call the police. It went as smoothly as it could have, and everyone had a great time.

Even the dog.

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One Response

  1. AWE. SOME.

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