I have to be honest and say this question stumped me. While I know most children cycle through dreams of being a fireman or an astronaut or an actress or a professional sports star… I can’t remember ever wanting to be anything.
I loved dinosaurs when I was a kid… ( still do) but I never dreamt of being a paleontologist.
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I loved taking pictures as a kid… (still do) but never dreamt of being a photographer.
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I loved to read as a kid… (still do) but never dreamt of being an editor.
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I guess I never set myself for up disappointment by dreaming of a career. I’ve had multiple jobs in my life, but I married young and thankfully never had to work.
After cleaning and bleaching the black mold off the wallboard, our contractor wanted to make sure there wasn’t a larger problem lurking behind the wall and hauled out his spy camera.
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It’s a wonderfully nonevasive way to take a peek.
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And in a very unexpected turn of good luck in our usually cursed house…
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Everything looked fine.
No water damage, no mold. Yay!
Before the contractor started on something else, I had him remove an old useless thermostat left over from electric baseboard heat that was used in the ‘80’s.
Under that thermostat?
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Some really beautiful vintage wallpaper.
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Not!
But it does have all those wonderful 1970’s colors… olive green, gold and orange.
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A few more pieces of wood ripped out …
And then the reason our contractor loves charging us by the hour becomes clear.
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My husband, talking.
And talking. And talking. And talking.
Ka-Ching!
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His Lordship?
Sleeping in the sun with a catnip mouse.
I wish my husband would do that, it would be so much cheaper.
We woke up on the morning of the 8th day and had to say goodbye to our palm trees.
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Vacation was officially over and though I didn’t want to leave quite yet…
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We headed to the airport in Charleston, enjoying a few final glimpses of the South Carolina low country.
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It looked like the buzzards had lined up to see us off…
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But they were just having breakfast.
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Yes, my last image of Edisto Island was a carcass. Bet they don’t highlight that in the tourist brochures.
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We relinquished the giant rental vehicle… me quite easily – the husband with pangs of regret…. and began the long haul to the terminal. Seriously Charleston, could you put Avis any further away? Damn.
You’ll notice the husband is lugging both of our suitcases because…
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Yes. Mine might have been a trifle overpacked…. but it’s still rude of the airline to advertise the fact. Luggage has feelings too.
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Goodbye South Carolina. We enjoyed our visit immensely.
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Washington National Airport…
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Where your dog has a rest room too.
And apparently a fire hydrant.
We had two hours to kill and opted for lunch at PF Changs. We don’t have them up our way and I wanted to try it.
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One tasty Asian pear mojito in…
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I was questioning this man’s seating choice.
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I don’t care if there’s a heart, it’s still the business end of a very large horse.
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One horrible chicken lo mein and one even more horrible beef fried rice later, we vowed not to eat at PF Changs if they ever do make it up our way. Blech.
In other news, the flight to Maine did not start smoothly.
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Because of course, out of all the seats on the plane… my husband’s had to malfunction. The cushion was basically free floating and not attached to the seat frame at all. Every time he tried to sit down it just slid out from under him.
This delayed the flight a good 45 minutes while we waited for the maintenance people and did not endear us to our fellow passengers. After another 20 minutes of tinkering by the repair guys?
Velcro to the rescue.
I kid you not.
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An ignominious end to an otherwise delightful trip.
Thought I was done with the Boneyard Beach photos?
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Almost…
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I promise.
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But who could resist framing their spouse in driftwood?
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Making our way back to the path, I snapped my last photos.
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And my husband joined in the odd shell placement tradition…
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Trying to balance one on the sign.
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Success.
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Exiting through the marsh …
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We climbed back in the ungodly expensive rental behemoth…
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Of which my husband had become entirely too enamored.
It was late afternoon of our last day of vacation so we took a leisurely drive around Edisto Island and enjoyed some of its quirks.
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No one knows who erected this odd marsh angel but apparently she changes with the seasons and has become a local favorite.
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This is the only acceptable answer to the question what do I do with dead palm tree stumps?
Hula girls, that’s what.
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We drove past this native while on the main beach road.
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It was a wonderful sight so I made my husband turn around and circle by him twice to ensure decent photos.
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A poo covered jacket seems a small price to pay for such a beautiful friend.
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This bottle display is an old Gullah way of driving out evil spirits. They have to be blue, but sorry… for the life of me I don’t remember why. The Clemson tiger paw is a modern addition.
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Remember the herd of tiny deer we saw every night? I wondered where they could possibly live in so busy an area…
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