Our wonderful, lovely beach house. Dad bought it back in 1998 and while I don’t have too many memories of the time, I do remember coming down here for a month to work on the place. According to my recollection, we lived on bagels and every night before we went to bed, Dad would shake out my sleeping bag to make sure no spiders were hiding in the depths. Quarters were pretty primitive but I’ll show you those later. For now, I’d just like to show you the outside makeovers that JE has gone through in the last 13 years.
Back in 1998, it was a gloomy little cottage.
It stayed this way for a good ten years with Grama coming out occasionally to work her magic in the flower beds. Just about every year, we’d come down from the Bay Area and spend the last two weeks of summer and those were some of the best weeks of our life. We kayaked here, yither, and yond, had bon fires at the beach with fireworks stored up from the Fourth, tide-pooled around, boogie-boarded, surfed; we basically played until we dropped and then got up and did it all over again. Leaving to go back to school was pretty tragic.
Anyways, after a good many years, JE was ready for another face lift. For the first time since Dad got his iphone, I received no pictures as to how this makeover was going. So, when I arrived last Wednesday, I was pretty impressed.
We pulled up and gone was the picket fence, instead, this lovely entrance.
I’m looking forward to showing you more, but right now, it’s sunny and the great outdoors is whispering my name so I believe I shall heed the call.
More to come on this lovely place.