Back in the Saddle- Again

Sorry to be tardy. All is fine, it just got busy and I got really tired. Shorty and I stepped out a bit during the "good week" before the school holidays. There was a Sports Day, soccer matches, playgroup and multiple morning teas and lunches so by Friday I wasn't feeling so good any more and hit the proverbial wall.

The second keeno quilt was finished off in various waiting places

 and has been put to good use by Lala with the cold weather.

Then we had a week at the beach. It was dodgy weather but nobody cared. There were sticks to be collected, bases to be made and BIG waves to surf.

I came back overnight for Round 3 of Keeno on the Monday. All I was surfing was the i-pad.

We love this place and have been going there for seven years now. Every year the offspring still look for the pandanus base, the surfer cave and revisit the names they found and carved in the rock years ago.

Queensland winter

 There has always been the annual search for cats' eye shells just like when I was a child on the same beach. Last year we found over a hundred! Of course they mysteriously disappear back to the beach the night before we leave. We blame the "beach possums".
How many middens do you really need next to the garage back home?

                                                     

It was wonderful  to be away and being anonymous for a week. Everybody was wearing beanies and it was good to blend in. Plus if you have to be sick it's better to look at this..

Taken from the deck where I was to be found basting my melon.

than this...

the "cell"

for a change.

The first night away was bittersweet, thinking how perfect life was last time we were there. I wish I had written a little bit about every year there so we would have a seven year synopsis of our lives taken from one  point in time each year.
There was the year one little boy was too frightened to sleep until he got to the beach house, the year they pushed the three beds together and the four of them slept every night curled like puppies in the middle, the year we found the puffer fish that floated out the front for a week of pongy, stick poking heaven, the year Mum felt a little queasy and had forgotten the symptoms of morning sickness, the year we carried the three month old up and down the beaches in the magic red pouch, the year she first ran about on the sand, the year Mum was bald and Fishy got stitches at the Caloundra Base Hospital and, hopefully, the year everything was normal again.....  Is it ever? Just another year, another link in the family history chain and we keep moving on.

...and they didn't!