We went to sleep with the sound of the ocean just outside our doorstep. I woke up this morning with the crashing of the surf. How could that be a bad thing?
We’re staying at a “resort” just down the road from my sister’s place. I’m not really sure what the “resort” part means to everyone else but we are basically staying in a place the size of an apartment I used to live in (complete with full kitchen, dining area, balcony and bedroom) but instead of facing a parking lot like my old apartment, we face the ocean here. I guess that’s what makes it a resort for me.
Last night we were exhausted from staying up so late the night before and then hauling ourselves down here to the Sunshine State. I called my sister from Georgia and said we’ll just have to see you in the morning. The better-half is still sleeping, but that’ll have to change soon. I need breakfast.
Woo-hoo! The basement’s done, and it sounds like you two are spent! I had to check in on the progress. You’re on your way to Florida, and waking up to the sound of the ocean is exactly the reward you needed for making the next owners of your home happy ones.
If I had a blog I would talk about how I’m trying to convince the pair of beavers living in our stream to move on. I’ve torn down their damn dam twice now, and it ain’t too fun wading up to my ass in the cold November waters to do that! It’s very telling how much I hate beaver, don’t you think? tee-hee!