When we go down to the beach-house-not-on-the-beach in June, it should be interesting, even if it isn’t exactly relaxing.
- We have the house there on the market. There have been a trickle of lookers.
- We will have Granddog Ivy and Miss Piggy with us for six weeks. Three of the grandsons and their parents will be staying at the beach, but they will be in and out. JOY! And mayhem.
- I’m not known for my tidiness.
- Oh yes… Beryl is coming this week, bringing wind and rain. Yard cleanup.
One of our neighbors there says that traffic is already heavy. Everyone who isn’t on the beach is in cars, clogging the roads.
Everyone. She sent a photo she took at a traffic light to prove her point.
Dearly Beloved and I have decided that whenever the house is being shown, we’ll take the dogs for a drive, since they aren’t allowed on the beach this time of year. That’s good–for the dogs’ sake. The last time I looked on the internet, there were 938,000 sites for doggy beachwear. Grrrrrrr!!!
Still, a sunhat for Ivy might be in order.