Anyhoo, we eventually sold the house and eventually got back to Ohio, and I listened to a lot of criticism about how I emasculated poor TH by being actually competent at such things, which is only one of many reasons why we settled our differences at the courthouse, and might lead you to wondering why I’m rambling on about sheetrock when I had a picture of a pail with seashells at the beginning of this post.
We went to Kelley’s Island and stayed in a posh suite courtesy of Leanne. We stuffed ourselves with the finest dining the island has to offer, joked about the young bucks by the pool, and the only heavy lifting I did was to pour more wine into my glass. Mary Lou has been to the island many times before and acted as chauffeur and tour guide, which included searching the woods for a statue of Mary and finding this very cool abandoned building in the woods.
We went to the beach and saw Cedar Point in the distance while the island breezes blew and the waves splashed around our legs and the seagulls swirled around in the air. And talked, and talked, and talked, and talked… there’s a lot of life between high school and 2012. I think I’m talked out for at least a month or two. The ferry ride back to the mainland was a blast with huge waves crashing into the boat and loons flying backwards in the wind. Good times.
I did the beach pail art for Mrs. Fields.