29 years? Kee-reist! 29 years ago today… I drank more coffee than usual. That was not a good thing. I was jittery. My uncle offered me a beta blocker. It’s okay. He was a doc. I politely refused the beta blocker. I drank a couple shots of Jim Beam (or whatever, Sam do you remember?) instead.

There was a lot of kvetching on a certain person’s part about my refusal to wear shoes. Eet ees a beach, fer kee-reist sake. When all was said and done and Grandroobly joined me at the back end of the aisle, I looked down at his feet aaannnddd… They. Were. Bare!!! Just like mine.

Yes, I had one o’ them thar hippie-type beach weddings. Except that I was really not any kind of hippie and I was not the first to have a wedding on Birch Point Beach and my cuzzints who married before me were not hippies either. There were people at my wedding who are not around any more. Duke (Duke Duke Duke, I can still remember him hauling booze around). Don (who offered me the beta blocker) and The White Tornado. Charlotte, The Comm’s wonderful sister and my fav-o-rite aunt on that side. Grandroobly. Radical Betty. . . . . Bubs (who is definitely still alive) wore a gorilla mask. The Goddess Esther (who is definitely still alive) was there and, man, I owe her a thank you note for the support she has provided me over the phone from upstate New York, of all places, these last few months. I love you Esther.

29 years. Are we doing anything fancy? Hmmm… Business as usual on Beach Pt. Beach. The GG aka Suzie Homemaker swept the hell outta the moomincabin today. Farmer Grinch drove Don’s old tractor up and down the road. Kev finished up his new boat trolley. When we went to pick up The Commander from FV, she was actually outside. Taking a walk, *not* waiting for us. I was proud of her about doing that and she is spending the night out here at the moomincabin and she made a beautiful salad. Right here in the Moomincabin. I am proud of her about that, too. The Comm can still cook. I knew that and now she knows it too.

So, we are here and this is our 29th grokiversary and it is us and The Commander and The Grinch and Valdemort and a coupla dawgs. It is what it is.

Love y’all,
Kayak Woman

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