In typical Robinson fashion, we woke up the day after Christmas and made a last minute decision to pack up and head to the coast. Because leaving pine needles and wrapping paper behind, in exchange for the beach at Christmas makes perfect sense.
That and I had yet to set foot on Mr. Robinson’s latest toy– his boat. I mean “our” boat. Twist my arm.
We had the entire island to ourselves– almost. I did see one couple walking when we were anchoring up. I managed to sneak away for a 30 minute walk to do some drift (wood) shopping. what? what? what? what?.. Nevermind.
December on Dog Island… it might have been a first for me. It certainly won’t be the last. Thank goodness for my outdoors-y husband who tells me things like “the trash will still be here when we get back. Pack your bags.” Type A’s need people like this in our lives.
There’s something special about sweaters, fleece and blankets on boats. A nice change from bikinis, sweat, and thirst.
Once we packed up the condo, unpacked the car, took down the Christmas decor, packed the Christmas decor– I should have poured myself a glass of wine. To be honest, I’m a little mad at myself for abruptly dismantling all signs of Christmas. With Advent arriving on November 30th it felt like a short holiday season. Oh well, chin up. I’m sure I can find a pine needle, or two, to vacuum (I always have to spell check that dang word) to keep me occupied. Or head over to Wal-Mart and look at their valentine candy already displayed on the end aisles. Say it isn’t so.