Back to Reality

Got home about 7:00 last night from our beach trip. Gorgeous weather, good friends, excellent food, an astonishing amount of beer. TB had a blast with two other boys, children of our good friends, and he had a sleepover with another friend while we were there. He's brown as a bean. Good times.

But a lot of driving. LBB and I left the boy with some local friends who also were at the Outer Banks, and we drove up to Richmond on Thursday for Uncle Rudy's funeral. Rudy was a character, much like G'diddy. We'll miss his humor. He was 90 years old, widowed in 1999. I'm glad G'diddy didn't have to go through the grief of losing his little brother. Now they are all back together with their spouses, drinking Coors Light and dancing up a storm to the Big Bands.

Sadly, among G'diddy and his two brothers, they only had one child, my wife. So this branch of their family name won't have any more limbs. We did pass it along somewhat by giving our son two middle names, which are G'diddy's first and last names.

I hate leaving the beach, but getting home is nice. Especially when you have Sunday to decompress, take care of the yard and the laundry, and relax a little.

We are extending the festivities a bit tonight because some friends invited us to join them at Rockfish for dinner and to hear an excellent local blues band.

Tomorrow, 6:30 AM, the alarm goes off and this vacation is history.