I rather like the ritual of my dad handing me a glass of Veuve Clicquot upon arrival. My step-uncle seems to have added the ritual of handing me a mimosa when I walk into his house.
As always, siting on the beach allows for some fun people watching. This time there was a group of boys who seemed to be around 10-12 years old. They were chasing each other in the water and having fun until someone became unhappy and shouted, "Stopping being such a buttcheekface head!"
Buttcheekface Head. That's my new favorite prepubescent insult. Jeff and Barry approve.
Observing someone else's minor drama and having no responsibility to fix it can lend some perspective to the more immediate drama in my own life. It's helping me stick to my new mantra of "It's not my problem to fix."
Mr. Lime overestimates the power of the above pathetic sounding Facebook status to entice me home a day early.
Although I was in no hurry to go home it was nice for the Universe to arrange my dad and step-mom to have an argument about a leaky fridge and the skies to open up in a torrential storm to make me more at peace about departure.
In the last couple of weeks Isaac has taken initiative to search out dessert recipes he can make by himself. Twice he has baked cookies from scratch. They came out well. He even improvised successfully on one when we were missing an ingredient. When I came home this weekend some of this was sitting on the counter. I could get used to that sort of ritual too!