My 5 daughters and I are spending today doing some VERY SERIOUS, LAST MINUTE debating whether we should move to our beloved Cape Cod, or be adventurous and opt for exciting (and MUCH WARMER) Myrtle Beach.
What’s your vote?
Yep. I got sucked into it. The whole $600-odd million megabucks lottery tonight.
I have been holed up in my studio for the better part of this past year when I have not packing for our move to Myrtle Beach, and a vacation is certainly high on my list of priorities at this point.
Maybe to visit my Aunt and cousins in Czech…take a tour of a bead factory…
Maybe to Poland where I had some of the best times of my life….
Or to Italy to see all the magnificent cities the girls and I have learned about…to the city of San Giovanni Rotondo where the shrine to my favorite saint, St. Padre Pio is located….
Then there’s Hawaii…mmmmmm…leis and lazy days and mai tais…..
“Mommy!! She put a booger on me!!” sigh…
It’s the most absurd thing – this hot, beautiful weather in upstate New York.
It’s been such a delight being about to walk through our woods and explore the world waking up around us, weeks and weeks earlier than ever before.
And setting up the sprinkler for the girls to pirouette through in mid-March? Unreal.
My cabin fever has gracefully disappeared, replaced by the cheery budding beauty of new life all around us.
OK, maybe I do actually like Spring here.
“Remember, it’s a fluke,” Randi laughed as we compared temperatures between Myrtle Beach and upstate New York. It was going to be 77 here. Seventy-four in Myrtle Beach. And in the 80’s for the next few days. Randi was going to go spend yet another day playing golf and then practicing softball for the upcoming season for a local business’ team. And then shopping for a gown for yet another fund raiser.