We’re going to the beach. We’re going to the beach. We’re going to the beach.

I can hardly wait. I can hardly wait. I can hardly wait.

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Remember when I was musing about loving the beach in the winter? Well, Jane asked Todd if we could go and he said Yes!

Long car rides, here we come! Nanu and Pop pop (aka, Grandma and Grandpa, respectively), are arriving this Sunday. Easter. And then we are driving to the beach on Monday! We’re going to Pensacola. Todd and Dorothy’s fabulous house on the water. It’s Brendan’s Spring break, so he and John are meeting us there, too!

Unfortunately, Gus the amazing swimmer dog will not be joining us. So I will have to patrol the whole place all by myself, which is a considerable task for an outwardly-appearing-small dog in that there is no telling where the property begins and ends and I’m pretty sure it just extends out into the sea endlessly and up into the sky as well. And plus I don’t swim.  I’ve got a good strong bark though, even if my lungs aren’t at full-on capacity. So don’t you worry. No blue herons are gonna swoop down on the dock on my watch.

Here’s the thing I wonder about though: Why is it always so hard to leave down there? I have to pack breadcrumbs and leave a trail labeled with the scents of Atlanta that I love because otherwise it’s like a weird amnesia comes over me and I forget everything I love about home.

Jane says it’s because I’m very present and simply love wherever I am in the moment. She can be rather idealistic and exceedingly optimistic.  Have you noticed that?

But I’m telling you it’s a real thing. Because I LOVE Atlanta. But I forget it exists when I’m there. I forget about dog beds and green grass and big ol trees and a pantry full of dog treats. I forget Everything. Because it’s a different world there. It’s a place where we sit around and stare at the sky. Literally. Sky staring is a major evening activity. You can set your watch to it, if you’re the type of human who wears a watch. But who wears a watch at the beach? And besides, you can just look at the sky to tell the time, which is another thing you can do down there that humans would never think of doing in the city. I  don’t know why they don’t, but it’s true. I just mostly like how we are all together, how we just hang out together. You know?

The only thing I don’t like is walking on the beach. Sand might as well be a foot of snow, except it’s warmer. And the sound of the ocean can be a little scary sometimes. But otherwise, I wish you were coming with us. Want to?