Your Mother Is In The Car!
We’re at the beach again, this time, Fripp Island, SC, for the annual Portfolio Center Staff Retreat. I never thought I’d grow to love the low country the way I love the gulf coast, but it has finally happened. All these years of good/crazy memories—so many stories. If you lack for stories, try sharing a beach house for a week with the folks you work with and their families.
No Internet again, though, so I had to ride the monkey bike to the only office on the island with a dsl connection. In other words, I’m sitting in a little hole in the wall, because I’m a FREAK, when I should have my toes in the sand. And all I really have today, is a brief snippet of conversation:
Yesterday, my first-batch kids and I—Blue, Georgie, and JackMan—drove to Super WalMart in Beaufort (an experience in itself), a 45-minute trek, mind you, for groceries. We were listening to Counting Crows, the only cd we could all agree on.
Blue: If Adam Duritz asked me to marry him today, I would.
Georgie: Duh. Me too.
Blue: The first thing I’d do is get him to write a song for me.
(SOME WHISPERING I COULD NOT HEAR)
Blue: Yeah, true. The second thing.