#life-change

Well, Me, last evening around dinner time I went down to Carolina Beach near my new home in NC.  I think it looks like kind of a fun hangout.  And I really think Nicole would love it here.  I couldn’t help but think of that.  I wish I could gift it to her.  With no request in return, of course.

But the area also made me think of a certain little movie:

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    She let them think she didn’t mean it. Though she had. If she no longer could drive, then none of them were going to be able to. At least not with her vehicle. Sure, it was (another) way of shooting herself in the foot. No doubt it was petty. But petty was all she felt that she had left. If she were to still be noticed. Life was putting her in long-term parking. Fine. She was not going to…

Photo: silvervoyager

  It was the view that caught his heart when they’d first visited Tortolia. The twins had just turned ten. He’d gotten a miserable case of traveler’s diarrhea and spent two days cocooned inside Aunt Essie’s cottage while everyone else was at the beach. He’d initially felt sorry for himself, but then the quietude enveloped him, and he found himself cherishing the time away…

Photo: www.lakedistrict.gov.uk

  She shrugged her macintosh off to use as ground cover before lowering herself gingerly. She drove two hours to get here and her hip still protested anything less cushioned than her bed, let alone damp gravel. Still, walking in the fresh air was good for her, the doctor said.

Didn’t say where she had to do that walking, and Norm was no longer around to object.…