Island Hopping, The Sequel
Who's The Blonde Stranger? Oh, Cousin Jo Got A Dye Job...
Yet another family reunion has come & gone down in Galveston. All went well, and no wandering toddler was consumed by a pelican.
Mom's clan gathered for a repeat stay at a big ol' rental house close to the Galveston Seawall, and 21 of us hung out for two days and swapped family stories.
There was some beach-goin' and Jet-Skiing amongst the more adventuresome (and younger) crew, and much porch-sittin' and jawin' for the oldsters (of which I now qualify).
Many of the planned activities didn't quite go as intended. Trying to get that many people on a set schedule is worse than herding cats, it's more like herding cocaine-crazed chipmunks.
Dad liked it so much, we're going back for his side of the family's get-together next month. Same rental house, and probably the same controlled chaos for 48 hours.
Ah well, it's all good. Beats a generic Holiday Inn in suburban Houston.
Yet another family reunion has come & gone down in Galveston. All went well, and no wandering toddler was consumed by a pelican.
Mom's clan gathered for a repeat stay at a big ol' rental house close to the Galveston Seawall, and 21 of us hung out for two days and swapped family stories.
There was some beach-goin' and Jet-Skiing amongst the more adventuresome (and younger) crew, and much porch-sittin' and jawin' for the oldsters (of which I now qualify).
Many of the planned activities didn't quite go as intended. Trying to get that many people on a set schedule is worse than herding cats, it's more like herding cocaine-crazed chipmunks.
Dad liked it so much, we're going back for his side of the family's get-together next month. Same rental house, and probably the same controlled chaos for 48 hours.
Ah well, it's all good. Beats a generic Holiday Inn in suburban Houston.
posted by El Capitan | 12:44 AM
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