If any of you have ever been to this area of Florida, you get the "Tates Helles" reference. If you don't and are interested, just google Tate's Hell and see what you find.
This is such a gentle, laid-back vacation. The boys of course necessarily inform our days and evenings as much as the weather does. And they have been mostly sweet even if the weather was wild and it seems that the weather too is beginning to calm down. As Mr. Moon says, "Tomorrow maybe the seas will lay down."
We went to Apalachicola today just to drive around and stop at the Big Pig which I have now declared as the most depressing grocery store in the world. If I lived in Apalach, I'd drive to the Little Pig to shop. I swear. But who cares? We're at the beach.
Absolutely unlimited amounts of dirt to move and shape and mold and build with. An ocean full of water to haul to mix with the sand to create dream castles.
I'm making Slothy a blanket.
Slothy is August's stuffed sloth whom he sleeps with. Last night he told me, "Slothy brings me comfort."
Two days ago he said, "Boppy lets us watch TV. Mer wipes butts."
I feel so incredibly lucky.