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Carol Perkins: From the Beach House, Part II The Saga of a week at the beach. A family get together with a bittersweet realization at the end: 'There will come a time when the kids will find our company rather boring, but for now they begin to plan for the next year as soon as the cars go in different directions.' she writes. The next earlier Carol Perkins column: Carol Perkins: From the Beach House, Part I By Carol Perkins The sage of the Perkins' vacation continues from Seacrest Beach, Florida with beach days, pool days, and evenings on the upper deck looking at the sunset. Most of the first three days were spent at the beach. Not wanting to drag chairs and umbrellas back and forth, we rented two chairs and an umbrella. As I watched the college kids set them up, I couldn't believe that the chairs were just like those we had rented back in the 70's when we used to go to Daytona. The wooden chairs with the arm rests that raised and lowered the back of the chair, and the detachable foot rest was much like what might have been on the deck of the Titanic. I plopped myself down, made sure the tent covered me, and opened my Kindle to read the newest book about Rose Kennedy. "Cici, come on in with us!" one of the grandchildren yelled from the water's edge. "Oh, why not," I said to myself and carefully waded out as far as they were and sank down so the warm water covered my shoulders. When a wave took me under, they laughed but finally grew tired of me so I headed back to my chair. In order to get out of the water, however, I had to fight against the sinking sand and the current. Each time I stepped out of the water, my foot sank into the wet sand. Guy was out too far to pull me ashore, so I stood at the edge of the water, helpless. I noticed a man and woman watching me as I tried to act as if I wanted to be in the water. How embarrassing! Finally, the young man came down, took my hand and pulled me ashore. I said, "There is always someone who will come to the rescue." That is usually true. For the rest of the day I sat under the umbrella and read. A few times I stuck my feet into the water to cool off, but certainly did not venture out again without Guy being near. When the rest of the family went to the pool, I stayed under that umbrella until the chair guys hovered around me, wanting to put up the chairs. Thursday morning, Carla, Luke, Guy and I went deep sea fishing. With flash flood warnings in the area, I feared a rocky trip. Having been seasick one time, I didn't want a repeat performance; however, once out to sea, the water was fairly calm. I stood with my pole over the edge and my feet inches apart for balance. One thing I had forgotten about deep sea fishing was the horrible smell of the squid used for bait. Not only was the smell nauseating, so was the feel of the slimy bait. Luke caught the first fish but he couldn't keep it because it was under the 14" rule. Finally, among the four of us, we took five fish off the boat and to market to be cleaned. We barely had enough for a fish sandwich. Later, when asked about his favorite part of the trip, Luke replied, "FISHING." That was worth the six hours and five fish. Always on our last night, we have a talent contest. Guy wrote another rap song and brought down the house. I held an exercise workout session where I was dressed in ridiculous "exercise" attire. I ended my routine with, "If you want to be happy for the rest of your life, marry yourself a big fat wife!" The others danced, told jokes, sang, and Jon surprised us all with a witty poem. I said, "That's my boy!" The morning we parted was bittersweet. Jon's family was going to head for Colorado for the second leg of their trip in a few days. Noah, the youngest, held on to Papa's leg declaring, "I don't want to go to Colorado. I want to go home with you." As if he knew where Colorado was! This is our third year vacationing together. There will come a time when the kids will find our company rather boring, but for now they begin to plan for the next year as soon as the cars go in different directions. On the way home I looked at Guy and said, "Is it ok if we don't talk for a few days?" He knew what I meant so we drove home in silence. - Carol Perkins (You can join Carol and her friend Susan Chambers for Susan and Carol-Unscripted on Tuesday from 10am-12pmCT on 99.1 FM radio, The Hoss, Edmonton, KY) This story was posted on 2013-08-11 01:29:14
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