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August 18, 2004

So Close, But Yet So Far

I spent last week at the beach with the family. The beach was Pine Knoll Shores, a small community in between Atlantic Beach and Emerald Isle on the North Carolina coast. For the most part, it was a beautiful week, weather wise, until Charley made an appearance late in the week. We were scheduled to leave on Sunday, but opted to leave Saturday morning when we heard it might get rough. The second guessing of the decision did not last long, as we were only 30 minutes away when we heard a tornado warning had been issued for that area. Still, it sucked to leave early.

Much of the problem can simply be explained by saying that I have 2 small children. The Bug, a little girl of 3 and 1/2, and Splatterfoot, a boy of 1 and 1/2 years. They are not necessarily a problem, but packing all of the crap required to take children on a vacation is. I always start packing the car in some orderly fashion, but the end inevitably comes with me throwing and pushing the final items in the van in some helter-skelter manner. Upon reaching our destination, we simply need to open the back door to allow all of the van's contents to come tumbling out.

Another issue of taking children on vacation is making sure they are entertained constantly. Toys typically have a shelf-life of about 8 minutes before they are ready for something new. While the Bug is perfectly content to be given a stack of books, Splatterfoot has yet to reach the age where he cares to hear another Franklin story. Not to mention that our rainy day activity, going to the aquarium was not an option since it is closed for renovations, and will be for another 2 years!!! Therefore, good entertainment is a valuable commodity. Thus enters Bigwig, his Sainted Wife and his children, especially Ngnat, a friend of the Bug's, who she has been asking for as of late.

You would think, being friends of more than 15 years and working together on this blog, that we would remain in constant contact........not true. I was at the beach and went to the local library to check my email on Wed. of last week when I visited this our blog and saw the message from Bigwig that he and his family were at the beach, but would return on Wed. Upon contacting him I realized that he and his family were less than 1 mile down the road from us. DAMMIT!!!! The Bug would have absolutely LOVED to hang out with Ngnat on the beach, probably more than she cared to watch her dad almost have a stroke attempting to dig the largest hole in the sand for her amusement. I chalked it up as yet another opportunity missed. That would have provided at least 3 days of fun for her, not to mention Splatterfoot who likes to watch other children.

We have cell phones, email, faxes, IM's and this blog to stay in touch, but none of it helped this time. Hopefully in the future we can do better about planning the children's playtime. Instead, the Bug was forced to bury dad in the sand, sing Bon Jovi tunes in the rain, and fill and empty water buckets thousands of times. Oh well, minus the scarring, I'm hopeful the kids made some positive memories during the trip.

Posted by Woundwort at August 18, 2004 09:55 AM | TrackBack
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Actually, I tried to call you on the way down, but your cell number has changed.

I don't recall seeing a record of a call from you. :)

Posted by: Bigwig at August 18, 2004 10:48 AM

Oh,, errrrr. Didn't I tell you my number changed? Weird, maybe I........gotta go.

Posted by: Woundwort at August 18, 2004 11:18 AM

I think Woundwart is all about needs. If he needs you, he'll find you. Case in point, KISS concert. Although very enjoyable, it became obvious that I was the last one "picked" for the team. Based on his post, he tried to get at least 3 others to attend and then remembered: "Well, I guess there is always Mason, I'll try him". That's all right as I still liked seeing him! I am sure, he'll be calling next time he needs something. Remember the ACC bb tournament tickets I had for free! I'll have to think about that a little more next time around.

Posted by: Mason at August 18, 2004 04:16 PM

Dude, come on. It's not like you are emailing me all the time and that we stay in touch. In fact, if you remember, case in point, I bought you a concert ticket years ago and you never went. Perhaps I was just worried that you would say you would go and then back out on me. That was Bon Jovi no less, close to an unpardonable sin. You know you are my best friend in the whole world, it just took me a while to remember you. That's all. Are we okay now? I didn't mean to get your panties in a wad.

Posted by: Woundwort at August 18, 2004 04:38 PM

I've been panty free for many years now, hence no wad just the breeze keeping things cool!!

Posted by: Mason at August 19, 2004 11:18 AM
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