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First beach vacation in ages....
  1. #1
    Jef. Guest

    Default First beach vacation in ages....

    .... and I have mixed feelings about it; hence, this ramble.

    We're leaving tomorrow morning for the beach, and will be gone thru the 4th
    of July. Every year since she was a kid, Marsha and her family have gone to
    Carolina Beach, along the
    NC coast near Wilmington. The past several years, her sister and
    brother-in-law and their kids fly in from Seattle, and her brother and
    sister-in-law and *their* kids schlep along from out near Fredericksburg, VA
    and they all caravan down there. Marsha's mom rents a row of condos, right
    on the beach, and everyone just kicks back and spends the week doing...
    well, beach type things. Sunning and swimming and all that crap.

    I went a couple of times, but I opted out of it the last 11 years or so.
    Last time I was there, I was smoking on the balcony all the time..!
    I'm really not a beach person. I like the concept more than the reality.
    Salt air, the sound of the waves, watching them roll in and so forth-- cool.
    Actually tromping along the sand in minimal clothing amidst a bunch of
    greased-up people and their kids-- ehhhh... I'll pass. It's been years since
    I had a
    physique I was remotely comfortable displaying publicly.

    The last time I was there, and went down to the water, a group of people
    gathered. They yelled
    for help and tried to push me out to deeper water, thinking I'd beached
    myself and I was going to die. They shouted: "Hurry! He may not have long!"
    "Keep him moist!" "Don't get sand in his blowhole!" and so on. It was deeply
    humiliating. O.K. some of that's an exaggeration, but I still just don't dig
    the beach, much.

    Marsha would always get pissed off at me for not coming along, and she'd go
    without me, and I'd spend the week alone at home with the cats. We'd eat
    Cheetos and drink out of the toilet, and stay up 'til all hours playing cat
    games.
    I got comfortable with the newfound freedom of just licking myself and
    snoozing on the couch...

    Other reasons I didn't go to the beach:
    I didn't like Marsha's stepfather much and I didn't think he treated her mom
    very well. I just didn't like being around the guy. (He developed
    Parkinson's and the last couple of years were even more of an ordeal on
    everyone around him-- until he died. Prior to his becoming too weak to get
    around at all, it always took ages for him to shuffle along to wherever we
    were all
    trying to go. It was very sad.) Plus, it always took about an hour and a
    half for all
    the *rest* of us to actually go and do anything, once a decision had been
    made
    to venture outside the condos-- what with having to gather up all the young
    kids, and
    find their shoes, and herd everyone toward a car or cars.
    Why does it take so long to get everyone moving?
    CAN WE JUST GO HAVE LUNCH FOR GOD'S SAKE???

    I wasn't nuts about being around so many small, noisy children, either.
    Except for Marsha's little niece, Caitlin, that is-- a cutey-cute little
    girl with
    blonde hair and sparkly eyes and rosy cheeks, who'd follow me around with a
    copy of
    "GOODNIGHT, MOON" and climb into my lap and ask me to read it to her. She'd
    just
    melt your stony old heart, you know...?

    So, the annoying stepfather's out of
    the equation now, and the kids are 12 years older. One of the nephews is a
    good guitarist, and another-- who lives locally-- is just beginning. I took
    him to the Guitar Center and helped him pick out his first acoustic guitar
    (a nice Yamaha; far better than the $20, no-name Korean thing with the
    warped neck that *I* learned on, 40-odd years ago...) and have been giving
    him lessons the
    past several weeks. I'm going to bring a guitar along and spend some time
    playing music with the nephews. Neither of them is small and whiny any more!

    And Caitlin, at 18, has turned into an absolutely stunning beauty who will
    just
    knock your eyes out if you see her in her bikini. I doubt she'll still be
    enthusiastic
    about sitting sit in my lap... Sigh!

    The last time I went to the beach, our cat, Honey, had been sick and we'd
    taken her to the vet a number of times in the month prior to the vacation.
    She kept vomiting. They diagnosed her with some inflammatory type gastric
    ailment and gave her steroids; we put her on a bland diet. This would help
    for a while, and then she'd begin to vomit again. We had a friend coming in
    to feed her while we were away, and I'd prepared the doses of medication he
    was supposed to mix into her food each day, had them all packaged and
    labeled and so on.

    He called us late into the week and said that Honey
    wasn't eating, kept vomiting-- and now seemed to just be dry heaving. I'd
    given him the vet's number and address, and asked him to take her there.
    Marsha and I came home a day early, and went directly to the vet's office.
    He'd done an endoscopy-- where they put a tube with a tiny camera down her
    throat and have a look around. She had a huge tumor at the juncture of the
    stomach and esophagus. It was too big to be surgically removed; there
    wouldn't be any way to re-connect the stomach and esophagus. We had to have
    her euthanized.

    It broke our hearts; we'd had her 10 years and she was the sweetest, most
    affectionate little creature we'd ever known. 2 days later we went out and
    got a couple of kittens. They're over 11 years old, now.

    So, what's happening this summer? Both of our cats are sick. Carmen hasn't
    been eating and is losing weight. She's been diagnosed (by a different
    veterinary practice...) with hyperthyroidism, and we have to medicate her.
    She may or may not get better. Cleo has been vomiting... and may have food
    allergies, or it may be irritable bowel disease-- or worse. She's on a
    bland, hypo-allergenic diet. We'll see if that helps. We're taking it a step
    at a time. I'm loathe to go away and leave our neighbor (a very nice lady
    who has cats of her own) to look after them, but she's willing-- and Marsha
    will just flat out kill me if I opt out again this year, after saying I'd
    go.

    So, apparently I'll be at the beach. Marsha's sister-in-law *also* doesn't
    care for actually going out and walking around in the sand or going in the
    ocean,
    so our plan is to spend most of the day sitting together, reading on the
    balcony. We'll drink Margaritas and plan fabulous evening meals together.
    Should be diverting.

    Gotta pack and roll up some rugs, and drape some sheets over the couch and
    chairs, lest they get puked on in our absence.
    We're home-- if everything goes right-- on the 5th of July.

    And blah, blah, blah...
    Everybody stay healthy.
    I wish you all strength.




  2. #2
    DavidL Guest

    Default Re: First beach vacation in ages....

    On Jun 27, 2:24*pm, "Jef." <jefATquitbuddiesDOTorg> wrote:
    > ... and I have mixed feelings about it; hence, this ramble.
    >
    > We're leaving tomorrow morning for the beach, and will be gone thru the 4th
    > of July. *Every year since she was a kid, Marsha and her family have gone to
    > Carolina Beach, along the
    > NC coast near Wilmington. The past several years, her sister and
    > brother-in-law and their kids fly in from Seattle, and her brother and
    > sister-in-law and *their* kids schlep along from out near Fredericksburg,VA
    > and they all caravan down there. Marsha's mom rents a row of condos, right
    > on the beach, and everyone just kicks back and spends the week doing...
    > well, beach type things. Sunning and swimming and all that crap.
    >
    > I went a couple of times, but I opted out of it the last 11 years or so.
    > Last time I was there, I was smoking on the balcony all the time..!
    > I'm really not a beach person. I like the concept more than the reality.
    > Salt air, the sound of the waves, watching them roll in and so forth-- cool.
    > Actually tromping along the sand in minimal clothing amidst a bunch of
    > greased-up people and their kids-- ehhhh... I'll pass. It's been years since
    > I had a
    > physique I was remotely comfortable displaying publicly.
    >
    > The last time I was there, and went down to the water, a group of people
    > gathered. They yelled
    > for help and tried to push me out to deeper water, thinking I'd beached
    > myself and I was going to die. They shouted: "Hurry! He may not have long!"
    > "Keep him moist!" "Don't get sand in his blowhole!" and so on. It was deeply
    > humiliating. O.K. some of that's an exaggeration, but I still just don't dig
    > the beach, much.
    >
    > Marsha would always get pissed off at me for not coming along, and she'd go
    > without me, and I'd spend the week alone at home with the cats. We'd eat
    > Cheetos and drink out of the toilet, and stay up 'til all hours playing cat
    > games.
    > I got comfortable with the newfound freedom of just licking myself and
    > snoozing on the couch...
    >
    > Other reasons I didn't go to the beach:
    > I didn't like Marsha's stepfather much and I didn't think he treated her mom
    > very well. I just didn't like being around the guy. (He developed
    > Parkinson's and the last couple of years were even more of an ordeal on
    > everyone around him-- until he died. Prior to his becoming too weak to get
    > around at all, it always took ages for him to shuffle along to wherever we
    > were all
    > trying to go. It was very sad.) *Plus, it always took about an hour anda
    > half for all
    > the *rest* of us to actually go and do anything, once a decision had been
    > made
    > to venture outside the condos-- what with having to gather up all the young
    > kids, and
    > find their shoes, and herd everyone toward a car or cars.
    > Why does it take so long to get everyone moving?
    > CAN WE JUST GO HAVE LUNCH FOR GOD'S SAKE???
    >
    > I wasn't nuts about being around so many small, noisy children, either.
    > Except for Marsha's little niece, Caitlin, that is-- *a cutey-cute little
    > girl with
    > blonde hair and sparkly eyes and rosy cheeks, who'd follow me around witha
    > copy of
    > "GOODNIGHT, MOON" and climb into my lap and ask me to read it to her. She'd
    > just
    > melt your stony old heart, you know...?
    >
    > So, the annoying stepfather's out of
    > the equation now, and the kids are 12 years older. One of the nephews is a
    > good guitarist, and another-- who lives locally-- is just beginning. I took
    > him to the Guitar Center and helped him pick out his first acoustic guitar
    > (a nice Yamaha; far better than the $20, no-name Korean thing with the
    > warped neck that *I* learned on, 40-odd years ago...) and have been giving
    > him lessons the
    > past several weeks. I'm going to bring a guitar along and spend some time
    > playing music with the nephews. Neither of them is small and whiny any more!
    >
    > And Caitlin, at 18, has turned into an absolutely stunning beauty who will
    > just
    > knock your eyes out if you see her in her bikini. I doubt she'll still be
    > enthusiastic
    > about sitting sit in my lap... Sigh!
    >
    > The last time I went to the beach, our cat, Honey, had been sick and we'd
    > taken her to the vet a number of times in the month prior to the vacation..
    > She kept vomiting. *They diagnosed her with some inflammatory type gastric
    > ailment and gave her steroids; we put her on a bland diet. This would help
    > for a while, and then she'd begin to vomit again. We had a friend coming in
    > to feed her while we were away, and I'd prepared the doses of medication he
    > was supposed to mix into her food each day, had them all packaged and
    > labeled and so on.
    >
    > He called us late into the week and said that Honey
    > wasn't eating, kept vomiting-- and now seemed to just be dry heaving. I'd
    > given him the vet's number and address, and asked him to take her there.
    > Marsha and I came home a day early, and went directly to the vet's office..
    > He'd done an endoscopy-- where they put a tube with a tiny camera down her
    > throat and have a look around. She had a huge tumor at the juncture of the
    > stomach and esophagus. It was too big to be surgically removed; there
    > wouldn't be any way to re-connect the stomach and esophagus. We had to have
    > her euthanized.
    >
    > It broke our hearts; we'd had her 10 years and she was the sweetest, most
    > affectionate little creature we'd ever known. 2 days later we went out and
    > got a couple of kittens. They're over 11 years old, now.
    >
    > So, what's happening this summer? Both of our cats are sick. Carmen hasn't
    > been eating and is losing weight. She's been diagnosed (by a different
    > veterinary practice...) with hyperthyroidism, and we have to medicate her..
    > She may or may not get better. Cleo has been vomiting... and may have food
    > allergies, or it may be irritable bowel disease-- or worse. She's on a
    > bland, hypo-allergenic diet. We'll see if that helps. We're taking it a step
    > at a time. I'm loathe to go away and leave our neighbor (a very nice lady
    > who has cats of her own) to look after them, but she's willing-- and Marsha
    > will just flat out kill me if I opt out again this year, after saying I'd
    > go.
    >
    > So, apparently I'll be at the beach. Marsha's sister-in-law *also* doesn't
    > care for actually going out and walking around in the sand or going in the
    > ocean,
    > so our plan is to spend most of the day sitting together, reading on the
    > balcony. We'll drink Margaritas and plan fabulous evening meals together.
    > Should be diverting.
    >
    > Gotta pack and roll up some rugs, and drape some sheets over the couch and
    > chairs, lest they get puked on in our absence.
    > We're home-- if everything goes right-- on the 5th of July.
    >
    > And blah, blah, blah...
    > Everybody stay healthy.
    > I wish you all strength.


    I always HATE leaving my pets alone.
    Feel like I've abandoned my kids.

    I was never a big fan of the beach.
    Would rather be in the shade smoking.
    I'm sure it's different now.
    But, what I always loved, is the laid back atmosphere around the
    beach.
    We saw this little shop that sold ice cream in the front and rented
    and repaired bicycles in the back.
    I told myself I'd buy the place and spend the rest of my life there.
    "Free scoop of ice cream to all bikini clad bicycle renters."


  3. #3
    Jef. Guest

    Default Re: First beach vacation in ages....

    I meant to include this audio-visual aid in the previous post. It's a
    (gasp!) 25 year old video we did for a local band called The Slickee Boys,
    called "When I Go To The Beach". This page has multiple links to it, for
    dial-up as well as high-speed connections. Very cheesy and very silly (hell,
    it was 1983; what *wasn't* cheesy and silly?), but a great deal of fun to
    do. (Bonus points for anyone who can spot my appearance in the video...)

    http://www.twintone.com/video/slickee/

    The Slickee Boys were a damn good local group. Very tight and polished. They
    were also hysterically funny guys with warped senses of humor.They used to
    do this outrageous bit at their shows where they'd take the stage and play a
    set, and then they'd announce to the crowd that they were taking a short
    break. They'd go offstage, change their clothes, completely, and put on
    sunglasses and hats (or take them off) and change guitars, and then they'd
    dash back onstage, and have someone announce that "The Wanktones" were going
    to play during The Slickee Boys' intermission.

    They'd play 4 or 5 songs as "The Wanktones"-- essentially becoming their own
    break band! The Slickee Boys played aggressive rock and roll, while "The
    Wanktones" did more loose, casual, rockabilly kind of stuff-- so even the
    music was different. It always took a while for people to realize what the
    hell was happening. Sometimes "The Wanktones" would open the show for The
    Slickee Boys. They usually managed to get paid extra for this. It was a
    fabulous scam, and great fun to watch.



  4. #4
    Edna Pearl Guest

    Default Re: First beach vacation in ages....

    Jef." <jefATquitbuddiesDOTorg> wrote in message
    news:[email protected] ..
    > We'll drink Margaritas and plan fabulous evening meals together.


    IMHO, that will probably be more fun than drinking out of the toilet with
    the cats.

    You are out of your mind, you know? (But I mean that in the nicest possible
    way.)

    ep oooooooof



  5. #5
    Marvin The Paranoid Android Guest

    Default Re: First beach vacation in ages....

    Jef -- I feel your pain.

    I'm not a traveler and I usually feel out of place.

    I have everything I need to keep me happy right here at home.

    As for the beach, take a huge umbrella, sunscreen, a notepad and pen or
    pencil and if you must go to the beach, just sit back and observe.
    You're an amazing writer. I think you might find some funny,
    interesting and insightful stories unfold before you.

    I think Marsha will appreciate you being there because she Loves you and
    that is a Good Thing.

    Don't worry about the beach volleyball ... I like tennis, but organized
    sports or team sports were never my thing.

    It'll pass too My Friend. And soon you'll be home again writing about
    The Beach Holiday.

    Cheers & Enjoy,
    Marvin


    --
    I don't smoke. I smell like bread. Life is Good.

  6. #6
    Lynn Guest

    Default Re: First beach vacation in ages....

    Have a great time Jef


    ok peeps the party is at Jef's house!!!
    --
    Lynn VOF+ Leaper
    "Everyone seems normal until you get to know them."



    "Jef." <jefATquitbuddiesDOTorg> wrote in message
    news:[email protected] ..
    > ... and I have mixed feelings about it; hence, this ramble.
    >
    > We're leaving tomorrow morning for the beach, and will be gone thru the
    > 4th
    > of July. Every year since she was a kid, Marsha and her family have gone
    > to Carolina Beach, along the
    > NC coast near Wilmington. The past several years, her sister and
    > brother-in-law and their kids fly in from Seattle, and her brother and
    > sister-in-law and *their* kids schlep along from out near Fredericksburg,
    > VA
    > and they all caravan down there. Marsha's mom rents a row of condos, right
    > on the beach, and everyone just kicks back and spends the week doing...
    > well, beach type things. Sunning and swimming and all that crap.
    >
    > I went a couple of times, but I opted out of it the last 11 years or so.
    > Last time I was there, I was smoking on the balcony all the time..!
    > I'm really not a beach person. I like the concept more than the reality.
    > Salt air, the sound of the waves, watching them roll in and so forth--
    > cool.
    > Actually tromping along the sand in minimal clothing amidst a bunch of
    > greased-up people and their kids-- ehhhh... I'll pass. It's been years
    > since I had a
    > physique I was remotely comfortable displaying publicly.
    >
    > The last time I was there, and went down to the water, a group of people
    > gathered. They yelled
    > for help and tried to push me out to deeper water, thinking I'd beached
    > myself and I was going to die. They shouted: "Hurry! He may not have
    > long!"
    > "Keep him moist!" "Don't get sand in his blowhole!" and so on. It was
    > deeply
    > humiliating. O.K. some of that's an exaggeration, but I still just don't
    > dig the beach, much.
    >
    > Marsha would always get pissed off at me for not coming along, and she'd
    > go
    > without me, and I'd spend the week alone at home with the cats. We'd eat
    > Cheetos and drink out of the toilet, and stay up 'til all hours playing
    > cat games.
    > I got comfortable with the newfound freedom of just licking myself and
    > snoozing on the couch...
    >
    > Other reasons I didn't go to the beach:
    > I didn't like Marsha's stepfather much and I didn't think he treated her
    > mom
    > very well. I just didn't like being around the guy. (He developed
    > Parkinson's and the last couple of years were even more of an ordeal on
    > everyone around him-- until he died. Prior to his becoming too weak to get
    > around at all, it always took ages for him to shuffle along to wherever we
    > were all
    > trying to go. It was very sad.) Plus, it always took about an hour and a
    > half for all
    > the *rest* of us to actually go and do anything, once a decision had been
    > made
    > to venture outside the condos-- what with having to gather up all the
    > young kids, and
    > find their shoes, and herd everyone toward a car or cars.
    > Why does it take so long to get everyone moving?
    > CAN WE JUST GO HAVE LUNCH FOR GOD'S SAKE???
    >
    > I wasn't nuts about being around so many small, noisy children, either.
    > Except for Marsha's little niece, Caitlin, that is-- a cutey-cute little
    > girl with
    > blonde hair and sparkly eyes and rosy cheeks, who'd follow me around with
    > a copy of
    > "GOODNIGHT, MOON" and climb into my lap and ask me to read it to her.
    > She'd just
    > melt your stony old heart, you know...?
    >
    > So, the annoying stepfather's out of
    > the equation now, and the kids are 12 years older. One of the nephews is a
    > good guitarist, and another-- who lives locally-- is just beginning. I
    > took
    > him to the Guitar Center and helped him pick out his first acoustic guitar
    > (a nice Yamaha; far better than the $20, no-name Korean thing with the
    > warped neck that *I* learned on, 40-odd years ago...) and have been giving
    > him lessons the
    > past several weeks. I'm going to bring a guitar along and spend some time
    > playing music with the nephews. Neither of them is small and whiny any
    > more!
    >
    > And Caitlin, at 18, has turned into an absolutely stunning beauty who will
    > just
    > knock your eyes out if you see her in her bikini. I doubt she'll still be
    > enthusiastic
    > about sitting sit in my lap... Sigh!
    >
    > The last time I went to the beach, our cat, Honey, had been sick and we'd
    > taken her to the vet a number of times in the month prior to the vacation.
    > She kept vomiting. They diagnosed her with some inflammatory type gastric
    > ailment and gave her steroids; we put her on a bland diet. This would help
    > for a while, and then she'd begin to vomit again. We had a friend coming
    > in
    > to feed her while we were away, and I'd prepared the doses of medication
    > he
    > was supposed to mix into her food each day, had them all packaged and
    > labeled and so on.
    >
    > He called us late into the week and said that Honey
    > wasn't eating, kept vomiting-- and now seemed to just be dry heaving. I'd
    > given him the vet's number and address, and asked him to take her there.
    > Marsha and I came home a day early, and went directly to the vet's office.
    > He'd done an endoscopy-- where they put a tube with a tiny camera down her
    > throat and have a look around. She had a huge tumor at the juncture of the
    > stomach and esophagus. It was too big to be surgically removed; there
    > wouldn't be any way to re-connect the stomach and esophagus. We had to
    > have
    > her euthanized.
    >
    > It broke our hearts; we'd had her 10 years and she was the sweetest, most
    > affectionate little creature we'd ever known. 2 days later we went out and
    > got a couple of kittens. They're over 11 years old, now.
    >
    > So, what's happening this summer? Both of our cats are sick. Carmen hasn't
    > been eating and is losing weight. She's been diagnosed (by a different
    > veterinary practice...) with hyperthyroidism, and we have to medicate her.
    > She may or may not get better. Cleo has been vomiting... and may have food
    > allergies, or it may be irritable bowel disease-- or worse. She's on a
    > bland, hypo-allergenic diet. We'll see if that helps. We're taking it a
    > step
    > at a time. I'm loathe to go away and leave our neighbor (a very nice lady
    > who has cats of her own) to look after them, but she's willing-- and
    > Marsha
    > will just flat out kill me if I opt out again this year, after saying I'd
    > go.
    >
    > So, apparently I'll be at the beach. Marsha's sister-in-law *also* doesn't
    > care for actually going out and walking around in the sand or going in the
    > ocean,
    > so our plan is to spend most of the day sitting together, reading on the
    > balcony. We'll drink Margaritas and plan fabulous evening meals together.
    > Should be diverting.
    >
    > Gotta pack and roll up some rugs, and drape some sheets over the couch and
    > chairs, lest they get puked on in our absence.
    > We're home-- if everything goes right-- on the 5th of July.
    >
    > And blah, blah, blah...
    > Everybody stay healthy.
    > I wish you all strength.
    >
    >
    >




  7. #7
    Debbie Guest

    Default Re: First beach vacation in ages....

    Have a great time, Jef! Here is a little trick I learned many years ago.
    Make sure you use suntan oil and not cooking oil.




    Jef. wrote:
    > ... and I have mixed feelings about it; hence, this ramble.
    >
    > We're leaving tomorrow morning for the beach, and will be gone thru the 4th
    > of July. Every year since she was a kid, Marsha and her family have gone to
    > Carolina Beach, along the
    > NC coast near Wilmington. The past several years, her sister and
    > brother-in-law and their kids fly in from Seattle, and her brother and
    > sister-in-law and *their* kids schlep along from out near Fredericksburg, VA
    > and they all caravan down there. Marsha's mom rents a row of condos, right
    > on the beach, and everyone just kicks back and spends the week doing...
    > well, beach type things. Sunning and swimming and all that crap.
    >
    > I went a couple of times, but I opted out of it the last 11 years or so.
    > Last time I was there, I was smoking on the balcony all the time..!
    > I'm really not a beach person. I like the concept more than the reality.
    > Salt air, the sound of the waves, watching them roll in and so forth-- cool.
    > Actually tromping along the sand in minimal clothing amidst a bunch of
    > greased-up people and their kids-- ehhhh... I'll pass. It's been years since
    > I had a
    > physique I was remotely comfortable displaying publicly.
    >
    > The last time I was there, and went down to the water, a group of people
    > gathered. They yelled
    > for help and tried to push me out to deeper water, thinking I'd beached
    > myself and I was going to die. They shouted: "Hurry! He may not have long!"
    > "Keep him moist!" "Don't get sand in his blowhole!" and so on. It was deeply
    > humiliating. O.K. some of that's an exaggeration, but I still just don't dig
    > the beach, much.
    >
    > Marsha would always get pissed off at me for not coming along, and she'd go
    > without me, and I'd spend the week alone at home with the cats. We'd eat
    > Cheetos and drink out of the toilet, and stay up 'til all hours playing cat
    > games.
    > I got comfortable with the newfound freedom of just licking myself and
    > snoozing on the couch...
    >
    > Other reasons I didn't go to the beach:
    > I didn't like Marsha's stepfather much and I didn't think he treated her mom
    > very well. I just didn't like being around the guy. (He developed
    > Parkinson's and the last couple of years were even more of an ordeal on
    > everyone around him-- until he died. Prior to his becoming too weak to get
    > around at all, it always took ages for him to shuffle along to wherever we
    > were all
    > trying to go. It was very sad.) Plus, it always took about an hour and a
    > half for all
    > the *rest* of us to actually go and do anything, once a decision had been
    > made
    > to venture outside the condos-- what with having to gather up all the young
    > kids, and
    > find their shoes, and herd everyone toward a car or cars.
    > Why does it take so long to get everyone moving?
    > CAN WE JUST GO HAVE LUNCH FOR GOD'S SAKE???
    >
    > I wasn't nuts about being around so many small, noisy children, either.
    > Except for Marsha's little niece, Caitlin, that is-- a cutey-cute little
    > girl with
    > blonde hair and sparkly eyes and rosy cheeks, who'd follow me around with a
    > copy of
    > "GOODNIGHT, MOON" and climb into my lap and ask me to read it to her. She'd
    > just
    > melt your stony old heart, you know...?
    >
    > So, the annoying stepfather's out of
    > the equation now, and the kids are 12 years older. One of the nephews is a
    > good guitarist, and another-- who lives locally-- is just beginning. I took
    > him to the Guitar Center and helped him pick out his first acoustic guitar
    > (a nice Yamaha; far better than the $20, no-name Korean thing with the
    > warped neck that *I* learned on, 40-odd years ago...) and have been giving
    > him lessons the
    > past several weeks. I'm going to bring a guitar along and spend some time
    > playing music with the nephews. Neither of them is small and whiny any more!
    >
    > And Caitlin, at 18, has turned into an absolutely stunning beauty who will
    > just
    > knock your eyes out if you see her in her bikini. I doubt she'll still be
    > enthusiastic
    > about sitting sit in my lap... Sigh!
    >
    > The last time I went to the beach, our cat, Honey, had been sick and we'd
    > taken her to the vet a number of times in the month prior to the vacation.
    > She kept vomiting. They diagnosed her with some inflammatory type gastric
    > ailment and gave her steroids; we put her on a bland diet. This would help
    > for a while, and then she'd begin to vomit again. We had a friend coming in
    > to feed her while we were away, and I'd prepared the doses of medication he
    > was supposed to mix into her food each day, had them all packaged and
    > labeled and so on.
    >
    > He called us late into the week and said that Honey
    > wasn't eating, kept vomiting-- and now seemed to just be dry heaving. I'd
    > given him the vet's number and address, and asked him to take her there.
    > Marsha and I came home a day early, and went directly to the vet's office.
    > He'd done an endoscopy-- where they put a tube with a tiny camera down her
    > throat and have a look around. She had a huge tumor at the juncture of the
    > stomach and esophagus. It was too big to be surgically removed; there
    > wouldn't be any way to re-connect the stomach and esophagus. We had to have
    > her euthanized.
    >
    > It broke our hearts; we'd had her 10 years and she was the sweetest, most
    > affectionate little creature we'd ever known. 2 days later we went out and
    > got a couple of kittens. They're over 11 years old, now.
    >
    > So, what's happening this summer? Both of our cats are sick. Carmen hasn't
    > been eating and is losing weight. She's been diagnosed (by a different
    > veterinary practice...) with hyperthyroidism, and we have to medicate her.
    > She may or may not get better. Cleo has been vomiting... and may have food
    > allergies, or it may be irritable bowel disease-- or worse. She's on a
    > bland, hypo-allergenic diet. We'll see if that helps. We're taking it a step
    > at a time. I'm loathe to go away and leave our neighbor (a very nice lady
    > who has cats of her own) to look after them, but she's willing-- and Marsha
    > will just flat out kill me if I opt out again this year, after saying I'd
    > go.
    >
    > So, apparently I'll be at the beach. Marsha's sister-in-law *also* doesn't
    > care for actually going out and walking around in the sand or going in the
    > ocean,
    > so our plan is to spend most of the day sitting together, reading on the
    > balcony. We'll drink Margaritas and plan fabulous evening meals together.
    > Should be diverting.
    >
    > Gotta pack and roll up some rugs, and drape some sheets over the couch and
    > chairs, lest they get puked on in our absence.
    > We're home-- if everything goes right-- on the 5th of July.
    >
    > And blah, blah, blah...
    > Everybody stay healthy.
    > I wish you all strength.
    >
    >
    >


  8. #8
    kestrel Guest

    Default Re: First beach vacation in ages....

    On Jun 27, 2:24�pm, "Jef." <jefATquitbuddiesDOTorg> wrote:
    > ... and I have mixed feelings about it; hence, this ramble.
    >
    > We're leaving tomorrow morning for the beach, and will be gone thru the 4th
    > of July. �Every year since she was a kid, Marsha and her family have gone to
    > Carolina Beach, along the
    > NC coast near Wilmington. The past several years, her sister and
    > brother-in-law and their kids fly in from Seattle, and her brother and
    > sister-in-law and *their* kids schlep along from out near Fredericksburg,VA
    > and they all caravan down there. Marsha's mom rents a row of condos, right
    > on the beach, and everyone just kicks back and spends the week doing...
    > well, beach type things. Sunning and swimming and all that crap.
    >
    > I went a couple of times, but I opted out of it the last 11 years or so.
    > Last time I was there, I was smoking on the balcony all the time..!
    > I'm really not a beach person. I like the concept more than the reality.
    > Salt air, the sound of the waves, watching them roll in and so forth-- cool.
    > Actually tromping along the sand in minimal clothing amidst a bunch of
    > greased-up people and their kids-- ehhhh... I'll pass. It's been years since
    > I had a
    > physique I was remotely comfortable displaying publicly.
    >
    > The last time I was there, and went down to the water, a group of people
    > gathered. They yelled
    > for help and tried to push me out to deeper water, thinking I'd beached
    > myself and I was going to die. They shouted: "Hurry! He may not have long!"
    > "Keep him moist!" "Don't get sand in his blowhole!" and so on. It was deeply
    > humiliating. O.K. some of that's an exaggeration, but I still just don't dig
    > the beach, much.
    >
    > Marsha would always get pissed off at me for not coming along, and she'd go
    > without me, and I'd spend the week alone at home with the cats. We'd eat
    > Cheetos and drink out of the toilet, and stay up 'til all hours playing cat
    > games.
    > I got comfortable with the newfound freedom of just licking myself and
    > snoozing on the couch...
    >
    > Other reasons I didn't go to the beach:
    > I didn't like Marsha's stepfather much and I didn't think he treated her mom
    > very well. I just didn't like being around the guy. (He developed
    > Parkinson's and the last couple of years were even more of an ordeal on
    > everyone around him-- until he died. Prior to his becoming too weak to get
    > around at all, it always took ages for him to shuffle along to wherever we
    > were all
    > trying to go. It was very sad.) �Plus, it always took about an hour and a
    > half for all
    > the *rest* of us to actually go and do anything, once a decision had been
    > made
    > to venture outside the condos-- what with having to gather up all the young
    > kids, and
    > find their shoes, and herd everyone toward a car or cars.
    > Why does it take so long to get everyone moving?
    > CAN WE JUST GO HAVE LUNCH FOR GOD'S SAKE???
    >
    > I wasn't nuts about being around so many small, noisy children, either.
    > Except for Marsha's little niece, Caitlin, that is-- �a cutey-cute little
    > girl with
    > blonde hair and sparkly eyes and rosy cheeks, who'd follow me around witha
    > copy of
    > "GOODNIGHT, MOON" and climb into my lap and ask me to read it to her. She'd
    > just
    > melt your stony old heart, you know...?
    >
    > So, the annoying stepfather's out of
    > the equation now, and the kids are 12 years older. One of the nephews is a
    > good guitarist, and another-- who lives locally-- is just beginning. I took
    > him to the Guitar Center and helped him pick out his first acoustic guitar
    > (a nice Yamaha; far better than the $20, no-name Korean thing with the
    > warped neck that *I* learned on, 40-odd years ago...) and have been giving
    > him lessons the
    > past several weeks. I'm going to bring a guitar along and spend some time
    > playing music with the nephews. Neither of them is small and whiny any more!
    >
    > And Caitlin, at 18, has turned into an absolutely stunning beauty who will
    > just
    > knock your eyes out if you see her in her bikini. I doubt she'll still be
    > enthusiastic
    > about sitting sit in my lap... Sigh!
    >
    > The last time I went to the beach, our cat, Honey, had been sick and we'd
    > taken her to the vet a number of times in the month prior to the vacation..
    > She kept vomiting. �They diagnosed her with some inflammatory type gastric
    > ailment and gave her steroids; we put her on a bland diet. This would help
    > for a while, and then she'd begin to vomit again. We had a friend coming in
    > to feed her while we were away, and I'd prepared the doses of medication he
    > was supposed to mix into her food each day, had them all packaged and
    > labeled and so on.
    >
    > He called us late into the week and said that Honey
    > wasn't eating, kept vomiting-- and now seemed to just be dry heaving. I'd
    > given him the vet's number and address, and asked him to take her there.
    > Marsha and I came home a day early, and went directly to the vet's office..
    > He'd done an endoscopy-- where they put a tube with a tiny camera down her
    > throat and have a look around. She had a huge tumor at the juncture of the
    > stomach and esophagus. It was too big to be surgically removed; there
    > wouldn't be any way to re-connect the stomach and esophagus. We had to have
    > her euthanized.
    >
    > It broke our hearts; we'd had her 10 years and she was the sweetest, most
    > affectionate little creature we'd ever known. 2 days later we went out and
    > got a couple of kittens. They're over 11 years old, now.
    >
    > So, what's happening this summer? Both of our cats are sick. Carmen hasn't
    > been eating and is losing weight. She's been diagnosed (by a different
    > veterinary practice...) with hyperthyroidism, and we have to medicate her..
    > She may or may not get better. Cleo has been vomiting... and may have food
    > allergies, or it may be irritable bowel disease-- or worse. She's on a
    > bland, hypo-allergenic diet. We'll see if that helps. We're taking it a step
    > at a time. I'm loathe to go away and leave our neighbor (a very nice lady
    > who has cats of her own) to look after them, but she's willing-- and Marsha
    > will just flat out kill me if I opt out again this year, after saying I'd
    > go.
    >
    > So, apparently I'll be at the beach. Marsha's sister-in-law *also* doesn't
    > care for actually going out and walking around in the sand or going in the
    > ocean,
    > so our plan is to spend most of the day sitting together, reading on the
    > balcony. We'll drink Margaritas and plan fabulous evening meals together.
    > Should be diverting.
    >
    > Gotta pack and roll up some rugs, and drape some sheets over the couch and
    > chairs, lest they get puked on in our absence.
    > We're home-- if everything goes right-- on the 5th of July.
    >
    > And blah, blah, blah...
    > Everybody stay healthy.
    > I wish you all strength.


    Ah, Jef! A beach vacation sounds just the thing. Some elements of my
    last beach vacation: Two pre-teen age boys, three cats, one big black
    mutt dog, two cars, husband and all his photographic equipment, tons
    of luggage and my portable typewriter. This was a while back. We
    rented a cottage at Lake Leelanau in Michigan, near the town of
    Leland. Also within groping distance of Traverse City. We were there
    for the month of July. Chris, who was about 12, wanted to go out on
    one of the fishing boats; no way was his father going with him. So he
    went by himself in the charge of Captain Munoz. They went out early
    in the morning and came back in time for dinner. I have a photo
    hanging on my wall with Chris admiring his catch of 5
    good sized lake trout. We grilled a couple of them, had the rest
    frozen and took some home with us. Home at that point was in
    Parkersburg, WV. All in all, it was a pretty good vacation. Thanks
    for reminding me of it.

    Joyce
    10 years, 7 months+

  9. #9
    BessieBee Guest

    Default Re: First beach vacation in ages....


    >I went a couple of times, but I opted out of it the last 11 years or so.
    >Last time I was there, I was smoking on the balcony all the time..!
    >I'm really not a beach person. I like the concept more than the reality.
    >Salt air, the sound of the waves, watching them roll in and so forth-- cool.
    >Actually tromping along the sand in minimal clothing amidst a bunch of
    >greased-up people and their kids-- ehhhh... I'll pass. It's been years since
    >I had a
    >physique I was remotely comfortable displaying publicly.


    I thoroughly understand!! I spent almost 20 years living within
    spitting distance of Florida beaches and just could never get into
    spending the day in sand. It has an uncanny way of finding its way
    into the most personal & private places...

    Maybe you could spend some time prowling local stores and cook up some
    exotic seafood fare. Or not.

    Enjoy. Stay safe.

    --
    BessieBee
    "Why isn't the number 11 pronounced onety-one?"

  10. #10
    Jef. Guest

    Default Re: First beach vacation in ages....

    "BessieBee" wrote
    > ...Maybe you could spend some time prowling local stores and cook up some
    > exotic seafood fare. Or not....



    That's the nice thing about beach towns; you can usually find good, fresh
    seafood.
    Marsha's uncle operates a really good seafood restaurant there, too-- so
    they always make a point of going to his place for a feast one of the
    evenings they're down there. Everyone's excited that I'm coming, because...
    well, I'm a damn good cook. I'm looking forward to the restaurant outing,
    though, as it'll give me a night off.



  11. #11
    BessieBee Guest

    Default Re: First beach vacation in ages....


    >That's the nice thing about beach towns; you can usually find good, fresh
    >seafood.


    While living in Florida Red Lobster was a joke to the natives.

    After being in Iowa for 15 years Red Lobster sounds pretty damn
    good. :-(

    --
    BessieBee
    "Why isn't the number 11 pronounced onety-one?"

  12. #12
    BessieBee Guest

    Default Re: First beach vacation in ages....


    >That's the nice thing about beach towns; you can usually find good, fresh
    >seafood.


    Oh, I forgot...

    If you can manage it please have one or more meals of broiled scallops
    for me. With wild rice and green beans with almonds would be ideal,
    but your description of a meal of scallops would be wonderful!

    --
    BessieBee
    "Why isn't the number 11 pronounced onety-one?"

  13. #13
    Sparky Guest

    Default Re: First beach vacation in ages....

    Hapyy vacation, Jef.
    I hope you relax.
    Get some of those mirrored aviator sun glasses.
    No one can tell what you're looking at.
    Fred




    On Fri, 27 Jun 2008 15:24:30 -0400, "Jef." <jefATquitbuddiesDOTorg>
    wrote:

    >... and I have mixed feelings about it; hence, this ramble.
    >
    >We're leaving tomorrow morning for the beach, and will be gone thru the 4th
    >of July. Every year since she was a kid, Marsha and her family have gone to
    >Carolina Beach, along the
    >NC coast near Wilmington. The past several years, her sister and
    >brother-in-law and their kids fly in from Seattle, and her brother and
    >sister-in-law and *their* kids schlep along from out near Fredericksburg, VA
    >and they all caravan down there. Marsha's mom rents a row of condos, right
    >on the beach, and everyone just kicks back and spends the week doing...
    >well, beach type things. Sunning and swimming and all that crap.
    >
    >I went a couple of times, but I opted out of it the last 11 years or so.
    >Last time I was there, I was smoking on the balcony all the time..!
    >I'm really not a beach person. I like the concept more than the reality.
    >Salt air, the sound of the waves, watching them roll in and so forth-- cool.
    >Actually tromping along the sand in minimal clothing amidst a bunch of
    >greased-up people and their kids-- ehhhh... I'll pass. It's been years since
    >I had a
    >physique I was remotely comfortable displaying publicly.
    >
    >The last time I was there, and went down to the water, a group of people
    >gathered. They yelled
    >for help and tried to push me out to deeper water, thinking I'd beached
    >myself and I was going to die. They shouted: "Hurry! He may not have long!"
    >"Keep him moist!" "Don't get sand in his blowhole!" and so on. It was deeply
    >humiliating. O.K. some of that's an exaggeration, but I still just don't dig
    >the beach, much.
    >
    >Marsha would always get pissed off at me for not coming along, and she'd go
    >without me, and I'd spend the week alone at home with the cats. We'd eat
    >Cheetos and drink out of the toilet, and stay up 'til all hours playing cat
    >games.
    >I got comfortable with the newfound freedom of just licking myself and
    >snoozing on the couch...
    >
    >Other reasons I didn't go to the beach:
    >I didn't like Marsha's stepfather much and I didn't think he treated her mom
    >very well. I just didn't like being around the guy. (He developed
    >Parkinson's and the last couple of years were even more of an ordeal on
    >everyone around him-- until he died. Prior to his becoming too weak to get
    >around at all, it always took ages for him to shuffle along to wherever we
    >were all
    >trying to go. It was very sad.) Plus, it always took about an hour and a
    >half for all
    >the *rest* of us to actually go and do anything, once a decision had been
    >made
    >to venture outside the condos-- what with having to gather up all the young
    >kids, and
    >find their shoes, and herd everyone toward a car or cars.
    >Why does it take so long to get everyone moving?
    >CAN WE JUST GO HAVE LUNCH FOR GOD'S SAKE???
    >
    >I wasn't nuts about being around so many small, noisy children, either.
    >Except for Marsha's little niece, Caitlin, that is-- a cutey-cute little
    >girl with
    >blonde hair and sparkly eyes and rosy cheeks, who'd follow me around with a
    >copy of
    >"GOODNIGHT, MOON" and climb into my lap and ask me to read it to her. She'd
    >just
    >melt your stony old heart, you know...?
    >
    >So, the annoying stepfather's out of
    >the equation now, and the kids are 12 years older. One of the nephews is a
    >good guitarist, and another-- who lives locally-- is just beginning. I took
    >him to the Guitar Center and helped him pick out his first acoustic guitar
    >(a nice Yamaha; far better than the $20, no-name Korean thing with the
    >warped neck that *I* learned on, 40-odd years ago...) and have been giving
    >him lessons the
    >past several weeks. I'm going to bring a guitar along and spend some time
    >playing music with the nephews. Neither of them is small and whiny any more!
    >
    >And Caitlin, at 18, has turned into an absolutely stunning beauty who will
    >just
    >knock your eyes out if you see her in her bikini. I doubt she'll still be
    >enthusiastic
    >about sitting sit in my lap... Sigh!
    >
    >The last time I went to the beach, our cat, Honey, had been sick and we'd
    >taken her to the vet a number of times in the month prior to the vacation.
    >She kept vomiting. They diagnosed her with some inflammatory type gastric
    >ailment and gave her steroids; we put her on a bland diet. This would help
    >for a while, and then she'd begin to vomit again. We had a friend coming in
    >to feed her while we were away, and I'd prepared the doses of medication he
    >was supposed to mix into her food each day, had them all packaged and
    >labeled and so on.
    >
    >He called us late into the week and said that Honey
    >wasn't eating, kept vomiting-- and now seemed to just be dry heaving. I'd
    >given him the vet's number and address, and asked him to take her there.
    >Marsha and I came home a day early, and went directly to the vet's office.
    >He'd done an endoscopy-- where they put a tube with a tiny camera down her
    >throat and have a look around. She had a huge tumor at the juncture of the
    >stomach and esophagus. It was too big to be surgically removed; there
    >wouldn't be any way to re-connect the stomach and esophagus. We had to have
    >her euthanized.
    >
    >It broke our hearts; we'd had her 10 years and she was the sweetest, most
    >affectionate little creature we'd ever known. 2 days later we went out and
    >got a couple of kittens. They're over 11 years old, now.
    >
    >So, what's happening this summer? Both of our cats are sick. Carmen hasn't
    >been eating and is losing weight. She's been diagnosed (by a different
    >veterinary practice...) with hyperthyroidism, and we have to medicate her.
    >She may or may not get better. Cleo has been vomiting... and may have food
    >allergies, or it may be irritable bowel disease-- or worse. She's on a
    >bland, hypo-allergenic diet. We'll see if that helps. We're taking it a step
    >at a time. I'm loathe to go away and leave our neighbor (a very nice lady
    >who has cats of her own) to look after them, but she's willing-- and Marsha
    >will just flat out kill me if I opt out again this year, after saying I'd
    >go.
    >
    >So, apparently I'll be at the beach. Marsha's sister-in-law *also* doesn't
    >care for actually going out and walking around in the sand or going in the
    >ocean,
    >so our plan is to spend most of the day sitting together, reading on the
    >balcony. We'll drink Margaritas and plan fabulous evening meals together.
    >Should be diverting.
    >
    >Gotta pack and roll up some rugs, and drape some sheets over the couch and
    >chairs, lest they get puked on in our absence.
    >We're home-- if everything goes right-- on the 5th of July.
    >
    >And blah, blah, blah...
    >Everybody stay healthy.
    >I wish you all strength.
    >
    >



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