All smiles at the beach. Caitlin, Tori and my niece Holley , who is spending the summer with us,headed off to the Island.
We are so lucky to have this tiny little jewel a 45 minute drive from my house.
The devouring developers that have eaten up so much of the coast haven't found it yet.
The water was so rough, we were tossed around like corks and picked up and thrown down into the sand.
It was like a roller coaster ride!
It was too much fun!
Then , I picked Tom up from work and we were off the the ball park to root for the home team.
It was our friend Jerry's 49th birthday.
We have been frinds with all these people for over 25 years.
Jerry is divorced form a woman we ddin't care for, but we endured her politely until weoutlasted her. He makes wooden boats , grows tomatoes and attempts to date women much too young for him.
Bob & Stacey drove a semi truck for a living until they retired.
Terry is a mellow pothead who has a genttle view on life and is totally happy cutting grass for a living and enjoying his grandchild.
We all met at a local watering hole called Paddy O'Tooles, where joys are doubled and troubles halved over a glass.
It feels good to belong, to have a tribe, a baner under which to stand.
That's how it is on The Porch.