This is long overdue, it has been 3 months since I wrote anything on this and yet thoughts run through my mind continuously. I tell myself I need to get a post in, and poof another day, week month go by.
This weekend we are finally feeling recovered from a 2 + week trip . I don’t quite understand why we feel so kind of out of it when we get back, but we do. We left here April 11 and headed to Virginia Beach for a week. We had rented a condo that was maybe 500 feet from the boardwalk, so it was close to walk to, yet not “oceanfront”. It was a nice week as far as weather went, our condo was on the 9th floor, so we could see above a lot of buildings and watch as life flowed to and fro. The weather was warm for the most part, 70s during the day and high 50s to 60 at night. The resort had 2 elevators, one that was under repair for our first 5 days there. That made traveling 9 floors rather testing of ones patience, as everyone on all the floors knew when it stopped, regardless of if it was going up or down, you want to get on it . There was one time I bet 20 people came out of the elevator on the first floor.On Weds afternoon elevator 2 was up and running and boy what a difference.
Even with the long waits, we really enjoyed or stay. We walked the boardwalk , we walked the sand beach one day, went to the Virginia Beach Aquarium and took a Dolphin excursion.
All of our journeys were very enjoyable. I had not spent much time in Virginia beach in the past, and found it to be like 2 different cities. During the day is was kind of quiet, but at night time it livened up with restaurants and cafes drawing in people and outdoor musical events, and groups of people just laughing and enjoying life as they strolled the sidewalks.
Through it all, I was once again reminded that I am not as young as I was once, and each step is precious. The one time I was reminded was when we had gone down to the pool and jacuzzi one afternoon, and the steps into the jacuzzi had some sort of very slippery film on them. I carefully put one leg down the first step,( not knowing of this slippery film, I was deliberately hanging onto the railing, only to have that foot slip down 2 more steps, while my other leg was still up on the deck. All I can say is that’s the first time I ever did a perfect split, yep legs totally straight out. I asked Mark to hand me my shower shoe, I carefully reached down and put it on the flying foot, then the other foot, and somehow got my hips and legs realigned to the position they are normally in. The water was refreshing, and surprisingly I recuperated without too many muscle pains after a couple of days.
The next week we headed to OBX ( The Outer Banks) , which was year 2 of sharing a week with Jeff, Amanda, and the 3 grandkids at a home on the ocean.
Surprisingly the weather was cooler that next week, but that did not stop the magic of the waves as they slapped against the shore, or the incredible moments shared with everyone. Jeff and Amanda arranged for professional photos to be done down there, and it was such a neat experience to see how the photographer worked to make the hour photoshoot so much fun. Every evening was family game night, where we battled each other in a variety of games. We were there to see the April Pink full moon which was totally neat! The house had a recreation room where many shuffleboard battles occurred. There was a pool and hot tub, of which I did take a soak in the hot tub, it was a cold evening and the water felt soooo refreshing. And I didn’t have to display another Olympic split !
During the day we each separated for a bit and explored areas that interested each of our family units, and we joined together later in the day. It seemed like the week flew by , yet it also was so many treasured moments that could not have happened without a week.
Family is important and in this world of virtual communication and tight schedules, it seems like the personal touch and communication ties become lost in virtuality. It is so much easier to send a text and let the person read it in their convenience then to pick up the phone and speak to one another. I am guilty of that , I don’t want to bother anyone if they are busy, so I shoot out a text. Life seems to sometimes get lost in our to dos and it’s easy to lose touch of what is really important, relationships and communication, sharing of ones time, sitting and talking without worrying about where to be.
So weeks like this are so nice. Mark and I enjoy the apartment life, but when we travel it is different, as we are both headed to a common ground, to unknowns, to see what we run across along the way.
I have to remember to cherish every moments, for there are so many more in my rearview mirror then what lies ahead on my road of life.
Be good to one another, take a deep breath before you speak, be kind and until later , take care. ! Mrs Justa alias Cindy