The Hitty household is way behind in posting. The Thanksgiving trip to the beach was awesome, though a bit nervewracking. Who knew small children could have so many hands, such big feet, such powerful lungs, and be everywhere at the same time. Lets see – three small Hitty girls and one O’Orange duck against 6 kids under the age of 10: no contest.
We were joined at the beach house by our Person’s 6-year-old Granddaughter’s Hitty Rose, who was most glad to see her friends again.
Merrin's Hitty Rose
Aside from meeting up with her, we left the house (called Dream Weaver) or our room only a couple of times when nobody was looking. The pool table was close by, so at night….
L'Orange helps hold up the cue stick for Fi, whose technique seemed better than mine or Eva's
We hung our in some odd places where people didn’t seem to notice us much.
Like chameleons, we blend with our beach surroundings. L to R, Eva, Fi, Gracious, and L'Orange
We do have some lovely sea shells and a piece or two of driftwood to show for the trip.
Oh, the wonderful souvenirs
Despite our personal reservations of being snatched or trampled, we know our Person has some fond memories of being near all of her children, their spouses, and the grandchildren, an event that rarely takes place.
We never made it to the beach. We were saving that for our last day, but don’t you know, it rained all that day and all the next going home. Here we are in the car, checking out. You can see the rain on the windshield. Sigh.
So many raindrops ...
Maybe next time.
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