And We're Home Again

 The ocean was angry today, my friends. (Any of you get the Seinfeld reference?) But really, it was. Raining off and on, wind ripping around, muggy and stormy-looking. And of course the guys working across the street were just proceeding as normal. 
I watched one of them on a beam high above the others, welding a nail gun with a tool belt full of tools and I told Mr. Moon, "Those guys are bad ass!" They are too. 
So we packed up this morning because of course check-out time is 10:30 and I could only laugh at myself for bringing about ten times the amount of things I actually needed or used. My method of packing seems to be:

1. Pack stuff.
2. Tote stuff.
3. Don't use stuff.
4. Tote stuff home.
5. Unpack stuff I didn't use and put away. 
6. Repeat for next trip. 

Will I ever learn? I always tell myself when I'm randomly putting things in bags that I want to have choices. Like all of a sudden that Old Lady Gypsy Look that I've been wanting to adopt will kick in and I'll need jewelry and make-up and colorful clothing! 
So far this has not been the case. 

We stopped at the Mexican restaurant and had our breakfast there again. We do like the place. This morning instead of eggs and hashbrowns I got a super deluxe breakfast burrito. I went crazy! I was wild!
It was good. 
And then we drove home and it felt like we'd been gone for weeks when we got back. It had obviously rained and the air was as clear and it was as sunny as could possibly be. 

The first thing we did when we got home was to let the chickens out. We'd left them in the coop so that no one would have to come let them out in the mornings and put them up at night. Jessie came over one day and Lily another to check on them and make sure they had plenty of food and water. And although both Mr. Moon and I kept reassuring ourselves that the chickens would be fine, I know we both secretly hated the thought of them being, well...cooped up. 

So we let them out and threw them some scratch so that they could resume their normal lives and then we checked the garden to see that everything is coming up. I already need to start thinning.

And then the bringing everything in and unpacking and putting everything away and starting laundry. Mr. Moon had to go to town to work on business stuff and I've been leisurely attending to what needs doing here. 
It's cool and getting cooler. I opened up the house. 

I always think that this old house is sighing with relief when I open the hallway doors. Like me when I take off my bra. 
Or something. 

And so here we are, back at home. It really was a sweet little trip away and I'm glad we went. We are so lucky to be able to just pick up and do these things and to live so close to a pretty beach. 
So much to be grateful for. As always. 

And I'm grateful to come home to such a nice home where my chickens are rustling through the fallen leaves, looking for the delicious wild food they've missed. It will be interesting to see if their eggs have paler yolks for a few days. Poor things, having to survive on chicken food. 

Thank y'all for coming with me to the beach. 

Love...Ms. Moon