To look at the sunrise Friday morning, you wouldn’t know I went to bed nearly in tears on Thursday night. We left on schedule, but hit TWO traffic jams before we got to Richmond. (Not quite an hour from our house…) Later, we risked getting arrested for trespassing at a golf club (no names to protect US!) so that Sissy could empty her bladder in a rather emergent fashion. A few exits after that, the Knight stopped for gas at some wonderful spot with more bullet-proof glass than I’ve ever seen – really. Then, about an hour before we got to the beach house, Sissy – our “good” rider – threw up in the back seat without warning. Mugsy hyperventilated the entire way. (He was the best rider, prior to our accident in December.)
The Knight doesn’t do puke, poop or his own blood. To say that he wasn’t helpful is an understatement. By the time we crossed the bridge, everything but Hooters was closed. He did get me a Starbucks iced Mocha in a large bottle from a convenience store, and that was breakfast Friday morning. For reasons I still don’t understand, Sissy didn’t get walked as soon as the Knight walked back into the house. (We always drop the dogs off before getting dinner and doing our shopping.) So, after washing the back seat AND one floor mat at 10:30pm, I stepped in a puddle when I walked in the door. Welcome to the beach. I drank a beer, ate a few wings and onion rings, and went to bed, very literally praying for a better Friday.
(Note to all – I’m a wine girl. However, the Knight offered a taste of his ice-cold beer, and honestly, I’ve never had a beer go down so smoothly. The reason he’s my Knight is because he never flinched; he just went and fetched another for himself, acting as if that was the plan all along.)
(Excuse the photo. I couldn’t get the angle I needed on the deck, so you get to see the screen.) THIS is what Sissy and I watched every morning, from our front porch. Mugsy stayed inside, on the sofa with his Dadaw, where it was warmer. I did wear my shawl, but it clashed with my nightie, so no photos for you. Sissy REALLY likes listening to the noises of beach road. Mopeds fascinate her, but she’s not quite tall enough to see out the windows!
Now THAT is how to start the day. Sissy and I would hang out on the porch, knit and sway on the swing until the Knight fell off the sofa with the announcement that he was ready to eat.
Friday was THE perfect day. It was almost cloudless, so we drove around all day with the windows down and the sunroof open. We went on a little trip for two special little boys – I’ll blog separately – and hit the Cotton Gin on the way back. Crocs and monster sized Tervis Tumblers were only some of the things we came out with, and then we headed home to take the dogs to the beach. Friday night also marked their first night visit on the beach. The moon was full or nearly so, and it was beautiful.
Saturday, we hit Knitting Addiction. That too will be a separate post, as there was also knitterly goodness on the front porch here in Virginia when we arrived tonight. There were also FOs, but one is a secret, so it will get blogged about when it goes to its forever home. We were surprised to get a call from the Knight’s brother and his girlfriend, but we enjoyed spending time with them Saturday night and again for lunch on Sunday before we headed north.
That’s how the darling ones travelled this afternoon, thanks to a round of grape chewable Children’s Benedryl for both pups. Sissy actually slept the whole way, save the flash in the face moment above. I did get some cute beach photos, but you’ll have to come back on Thursday for those. Tomorrow, we ease back into our lives with a rainy Monday at the family business. (Read: I’ll have lots of time for another post or ten, and the Knight will either be wallowing in the mud or buying breakfast for ten, or both!)