A Week in North Carolina
Spent the last week in a house on Wrightsville Beach, North Carolina, which is right next to Wilmington. I guess I should mention that the house has a two-level back deck with views of the ocean. Oh, and the lower level of the deck leads to a nice path out into the yard area. Oh, and that path continues through the yard (which should probably be termed “sand dunes”) right down to the beach. It was not a bad place to spend a week. What’s interesting, though, is that I spent the entire week with my family.
Why is that interesting? It’s my distinct impression that spending time with one’s family is less and less common these days. Always a source of potential trouble, I find it fascinating that my entire immediately family truly enjoys spending time with one another. Sure, we all have our annoying quirks and foibles, but we all manage to laugh at them as opposed to letting them make us angry and annoyed. Even my in-laws, whom I often feel sorry for considering the clan that they married into, seem to enjoy visiting. They seem to realize that, despite our collective insanity, we’re pretty decent people.
I guess I’ve discovered that, although I tend to be something of a solitary person, I appreciate that I’m part of a great family. We have our disagreements and our discords, but overall (and through some hard work over the years) we’ve managed to accept one another for who we are. I’m proud to be a part of this clan. Proud that my first significant vacation of the year was spent in their company. And I got a bit of a sunburn. Oh, and I seem to have broken a toe chasing after one of my nieces (she didn’t run like I thought she would and my toe collided with her heel…for a beanpole, she’s pretty tough).
