They call me the wanderer....

I roam around! This weekend the gypsy family was up in Maine on Wells Beach. Friends of ours own a beach house RIGHT ON THE BEACH! He has three kids and the youngest girl and her cousin were buds with Billy and Matt. The kids were in the water, out of the water, in the hot tub, out of the hot tub, in the house, out of the house.... I'm sure you get the picture. Bill and I pretty much sat on our behinds and ate the wonderful food that they served us (lobsters, grilled salmon, bbq chicken.. and later in the day grilled pizzas...delic!) We lit the chiminea and ate s'mores (yes, more eating) and stayed out into the late evening. It was a really nice visit. The weather wasn't great but just to sit and listen to those roaring waves was like therapy for me.

Always in the back of my mind is the thought of my father having to go through chemotherapy. He starts next Monday and is scheduled for 3 consecutive days every three weeks. He is still positive. I'm going to get him the "Everybody Loves Raymond" Cds to give him some laughter through this mess. He loves that show.