Into each life

some swarms of nasty biting flies must show up. But, if one is fortunate, Reader Dear, they only slightly sully a four-day beach vacation, beautiful beach weather, and a beach house.  "It's a mansion!" shouts the Small Actor as he runs through the rental house where The Yard Man and I are staying with our whole clan of descendants.
While it doesn't have a uniformed doorman and a carriage house, this place does have five bedrooms,  a lovely screened-in porch, and a Great Room.  It's also got a basement full of toys--bikes, kayaks, and kiddie pools.

(Small disclosure) I'm composing this blog post, Dear Reader, on the second-floor deck of this mansion, under the light of a majestic full moon.  It's shining down on me from the long-past-midnight sky! (Aargh, into each life a  bit of insomnia must pop up, as well)

Day One of Vacation:
Walking to the Delaware Bay.  Playing for hours in the water.  Collecting an assortment of discarded beachwear (don't get excited, Dear Reader, it was only crabs and mollusks and other sea creatures who discarded their bathing suits!)

I took a kayak ride, hosted by First Son-in-law (he it was who dragged the kayak to the beach, helped me climb aboard, and shoved us into the water [I confess, he did most of the oaring as well ]).

Back to the mansion for lunch and then into the cars for a twenty-minute trip to Henlopen State Park (where we played in the ocean, and the flies kept on biting!)

(Second small disclosure) While this spot on the deck is incredibly beautiful and the night sounds of water creatures just adds to the charm, the breeze is picking up and I'm starting to shiver.  Perhaps in the full daylight of tomorrow this post will continue.