Happy Slacker

North Point, Barbados

North Point, Barbados

Yes, I’ve been a slacker, and no, I’m not sad about it. My husband and I just had a wonderful 25th anniversary trip to the Southern Caribbean, where we recharged, refreshed, and relaxed. Hope everyone is doing well and enjoying their summer. I will now do my best to become a good little blogger again. 🙂 Blessings, Lisa

Bathsheba, Barbados

Bathsheba, Barbados

 

Takes Me Back

Walking outside this morning after the long rain last night, I caught a sudden whiff of the ocean, of salty air, of fish.  Yet we are hours away from the sea.  One moment, one smell on the damp air, and I was there at the ocean on a rainy morning.

Hearing “Summer of ’69” by Bryan Adams instantly takes me back to my senior year of high school, when I was in my very first band with some high school mates.  We practiced for weeks, had one gig at a birthday party, and then I had to get my wisdom teeth out and go to college.

Waking up in the dark for any reason instantly puts me back to my childhood vacations, when Dad would pick us up out of bed at 2 or 3 in the morning and carry us to the car where we could continue sleeping (or not :)) in the back of the station wagon till morning.

I am a forward looking person usually; I love planning and looking ahead to the adventures still in store.  But these little instantaneous transports are amazing, and I look forward to the times in my future when some smell or sound or sight will take me back.   Slainte, Lisa

You Don’t Know What You’ve Got ‘Til It’s Gone…and then Back Again

We had a wonderful relaxing beach vacation last week.  A mix of sun, clouds and rain, just like I like it.  The clouds and the rain give me a “break”…a good excuse to curl up on the sofa with a book and stop going so fast.  Anyway, on our last day on the beach, my dear husband informed me that the trusty umbrella, our protector from the harsh sun’s rays, the umbrella that I am always in charge of carrying (since he is carrying everything else) did not make it home the day before.  Which meant that I had LEFT it, the poor little defenseless umbrella was left to the ravages of the ocean’s waves all night alone.  We scoured the beach house, the dunes, the decks, the stairs in vain…no umbrella.  Meanwhile, I am feeling low and pitiful for myself…not only did I forget the only thing I was in charge of, but the sun was beating down unmercifully and I could practically feel myself burning despite my sunblock.   As I sat in the beach chair, I sent my daughter on one last “scouting” expedition down the beach to see if she saw it.  And lo and behold, there it was…lying in the sand incognito.  We reclaimed/asked the nice man whom it was sitting with if he had found it, and Presto!  He gladly gave it back to us.

I have never been so happy to be sitting under an umbrella.  Which goes to illustrate the song lyric, “You don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone.”  Of course, as things go, it was cloudy and pouring rain within the hour, but those few minutes were precious!    Here is a picture of our lovely umbrella, in the rain of course, back at the beach house.  This time I was extra careful to bring him home.  🙂  Slainte, Lisa

The Outer Banks