Life's a Beach

Hey again from Hollywood -- err uh, I mean Tybee.
We went down to the pier last night and they had the roundabout roped off with yellow caution tape. There was a crowd of people milling around, so naturally, we joined in. Although we really had no clue what we were waiting/looking for. Finally, I decided to use my God-given wits and ask what was going on. Miley was expected to arrive any minute. After about 30 minutes, she did arrive. In a GMC/Chevrolet vehicle of some sort with an elderly lady. I actually got a very good look at her in the car when someone must've turned the inside light on. She looked like she was in the backseat. Cute as ever. Unfortunately, though, when she got out of the SUV, this was one of three pictures I was able to get. The other two look about the same.
Such is life when you're five feet tall. It seemed like everyone in front of me was tall with kids on their shoulders. Ugh.

The pier was closed Monday and Tuesday. That's not good for four guys who came down here to fish. Monday they pretty much stayed inside and watched TV and slept. But yesterday, I was proud of them. They got up and made some lemonade out of their lemons. They went down to the beach and surf fished for several hours.

Here's Cam holding the stingray that Justin caught. He threw it back in the water.
The Captain Ross. He caught some small things; a couple of small shark and some other kind of fish.
This was an unusual fish that Justin caught. Ross couldn't remember the name of it. It was really small, very oily and had lots of little teeth.
J.B., the buddy Ross brought with him, reeled this big one in. As y'all can tell, the fishermen didn't provide dinner for us last night. The surf fishing was a bust.

But I sure thought they were cute trying. Even though they loaded up first with tanning lotion, then later with sunscreen, the tops of their doll feet still got burned. They wouldn't listen to the voice of experience when "SHE" tried to tell them to put sunscreen on the tops of their feet. Boys. They turn into men, you know.
It was another scorcher, but yesterday there was a nice ocean breeze. We stayed on the beach the entire day.When we got ready to come up and run grab a cheeseburger from the Sugar Shack, who BTW, has very, very good cheeseburgers, this is what was behind our car. The boys' fishing wagon. And they were nowhere in sight. Of course.

They clean up nicely, don't they?
They've kept the condo mostly tidy. So far we've only had a few condo mishaps. Some shrimp that was for bait leaked in the freezer. That smelled nice. And a Diet Coke froze and exploded in the fridge. But thanks to my OCD buddy, Nan, I've been introduced to Clorox cleaning stuff in a spray bottle. It cleaned all of that mess right up. Actually made the fridge and freezer look better than before the mishaps occurred.

I tossed and turned last night. Everytime I woke up, I'd say a quick prayer for the pier to be open. When I looked and saw they were gone this morning, I thanked the Lord for answering my prayers. They are there and they are fishing and they are catching fish. Hallelujah.

Even though Ross's phone got dropped in the ocean.

Till tomorrow, my blogger friends and family. LLL.