Well, I’m back in Philadelphia after two fabulous weeks in the Outer Banks. I had to leave a day early since I’m scheduled to work tonight, and the second I hit the Chesapeake Bay Bridge-Tunnel, it rained for most of the rest of the trip.
There’s nothing better than unpacking a full Jeep at 1am.
Sorry for being absent most of the days. Our regimen was as follows. I’d wake up around 9am and take a ten-mile bike ride. (The owners had two bikes, and were available for use. I stopped using the first one after the chain popped and got stuck… three miles away from the house.) I’d come back, we’d have lunch, and head to the beach. We’d come back from the beach around 4pm, eat dinner, and do something together.
We played miniature golf twice. Julia won the first match, and I won the second, to my kids’ chagrin. On the 9th, the missus and I went out to dinner alone, which was nice… and quiet. We ate out as a family a few times, took the trip to the Currituck Lighthouse – where Mrs. Earp’s car wouldn’t start – and generally had fun.
It rained a few times, it always seems to thunder on the island, and two beach days were ruined by dozens and dozens of jellyfish in the surf. We tried to make the best of it, but between that and the hurricane scare, the kids were getting frustrated.
Overall, however, the vacation was calm and fun-filled. It’s nice to be home, but I don’t look forward to going back to work.
Mrs. Earp and the kids should arrive around dinnertime, so I won’t see them until later tonight.
We started our vacation Friday afternoon, and, as last year, we decided to rent a house in the Outer Banks, NC. The seven-plus hour drive is entirely worth it, since New Jersey’s shore rental fees are simply ridiculous. We paid less for two weeks in North Carolina than we would have for one week in Sea Isle City.
So yeah, New Jersey, eat a bag of Fort Dix.
Our only problem was the hurricane. Apparently Hurricane Isaias was churning in the Caribbean during the weekend, and we were hearing rumblings that the Outer Banks would have to be evacuated. Kevin freaked out at that, but the rest of us decided to play the waiting game.
On Friday we were told we’re all going to die. On Sunday, we were hearing our house would float into the ocean. On Monday, we were told we should get some rain and high winds.
So three days of stress turned out to be a big nothing-burger. Go figure.
Anyway, that’s where we are. The beach is great, the sun is really hot, and I’m getting some jogging in… while eating like a fat, sweaty hog.
If nothing else, at least the views are nice…
I’m going to do my best to get posts out, but if they’re not as frequent, it means I’m beaching.
You may have noticed I have not been replying to comments in a timely fashion of late. I would blame the trend on work, but as it happens, I am on Christmas vacation!
No criminal investigations, no felonious thugs, and no irritating coworkers until January 6th! That’s right, kids, I am enjoying a glorious fifteen days off – in a row!
Since I am now second in my squad for seniority, I take Christmas week off regularly. And since I rarely take long vacations, I always accrue use-em-or-lose-em days, so I am burning those during the second week. It’s pretty awesome.
In the meantime, I am fattening myself up on Christmas cookies – before the dreaded January 1st jump back onto Atkins – playing video-games, and completing the honeydew list. Kyle keeps begging me to start teaching him how to drive, so I may take him out one day during the break. Maybe.
Posts will still appear regularly, and I’ll be on here when I can, but mostly I am sitting back and decompressing from my awful, stress-filled job.
Well, we’re back in Philly after a pretty excellent week in Sea Isle City, NJ. The family went down the shore on Saturday – I came down Sunday because I had to work – and we returned late last night. It’s nice to be back, but since I need to go back to work Tuesday morning, it serves as a reminder to take two weeks of summer vacation next year.
The weather was nearly perfect. Sunny every day, temps in the mid to upper-80s, warm ocean water, and only one fleeting incident of rain. Of course, that didn’t prevent me from getting sunburned. NOTE: Don’t complain about a farmer’s tan when the alternative is scorched upper arms for four days afterward…
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