my trip, my stories

I wrote quite a bit while I was away. I dated everything and intended to back post, but now that I'm home, I've decided against it. I began the trip depressed. I wasn't exactly sure why. Things got better as the week went by. Much better after Alex arrived.

I promised pictures, but Canon was impossible. At the beach she runs. Constantly. When I pull out my camera, she runs faster. It was actually easier to take a picture of her footprint in the sand just a breath before the ocean erased it, than to get a picture of her face.


Canon's expression of verbal affection has become almost obsessive. One day on the beach I decided to count how many times she said "I love you, Mommy" during a one hour period. I lost count at 52. It was during that time we also had this conversation.

Canon: I love my seashell.

Me: You do?

Canon: Yes...I love you too, Mommy.

Me: I love you.

Canon: I know you love me, Mommy.

Take that, seashell! I don't think it gets much better than that.


I did manage to get pictures of Elly. She thinks sand is yummy and hilarious.


On the way back from the beach, we visited my grandmother. She is 90 and can barely see. So I was surprised when she said...

"A few weeks ago I saw rednecks coming through the doors and windows."

Apparently her medication combination was causing her to hallucinate. She is better now; no more rednecks coming in the windows. We asked her how she knew they were rednecks and she said that she could just tell.

Anyway...it's good to be home.