Amazon Woman scheduled our weekly BA team meeting when she came back. Last week, we met just the two of us. Which was how it was for a couple years before long ago layoffs. Today. I was surprised (but shouldn’t have been) when our new BA started the meeting. When I got the start meeting notification, it took me an instant or two to remember that this is a *team* meeting, not just me and Amazon Woman. Or just me. Which is what the last couple years have been like. Kinda. When people asked me during that period how I was doing, I would say “I am an adult and I can carry on.” And I could. And I did. But I am so happy to be part of a *team* again.

What was fun today was when I asked our new Floridian colleague if he had ever dealt with snow or if he was a native Floridian. He does know about snow and ice (DC area) and then I segued into where I grew up and of all things, Amazon Woman pulled up a Google map of the moominbeach. She had the address because she had to send me a laptop when mine died a few years ago. So I said, see Bay Mills/Brimley? Go east a bit and do you see that island? Yes. That’s in front of our beach. So. I said that if I ever felt like I might need to deport myself from my beloved country, I could kayak to Canananada. Note to Trumpian folks on the off chance they might be monitoring this obscure little blahg. I don’t like how you are running the country but I am doing my best to carry on. And I don’t plan to deport myself to Canada or anywhere else.

I told my boss and co-worker that my grandparents had bought our beach 100 years ago and that their descendants (my dad and his siblings) were able to keep the property and so me and my cousins still own portions of it. We are lucky in that respect. So many of my childhood friends remember visiting grandparents on waterfront property that their families have not been able to keep in the family.

The kiddos in this pic are my dad and his sibs. Radical Betty, dad and Don, and Bubs, my youngest aunt. They are all gone now but they were all so much fun and I miss them.

Not a lot of big trees in this pic. The land had been lumbered before Granddaddy and his friends bought it. By the time I was a beach urchin, there were big trees everywhere. Nowadays we live in a huge forest of red and white pines and other stuff.

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