Yahoo....it's been 100 days since we moved into the Bermuda Beach, Texas beach house. Hard to believe that we haven't lived here always. We go to sleep at night with the constant mild roar of the waves permeating through the walls. Sometimes it is louder and not very often softer. Ocassionally, when we step out onto the deck we are taken aback with how very loud the sound is blasting away. There is a force out there in the deep sea and it is reminding us of its power. Each day brings a different cast onto the sand, be it bright or hazy or somewhere inbetween. When I returned home today about 4 pm, I could barely see down my sandy road and the house was in a fog. I'm also amazed at the lifestyle of people that live in their very small sailboats on the water. I took 2 photos today....one of the boat that I watch and the other is about 200 yards away rocking in the calm waters.
I spoke to all three boys today to share the sadness of their Grandmother Bray's passing. She was a vibrant lady that lived a full life until the ripe age of 87. I met her when I was only 16 in 1968.
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