At her school on Friday, my loving daughter told the school's owner that she (meaning the Dinks) was going to the mountains this weekend. The owner, of course, tried to confirm that with me.
I thought, "You listened to a three year old and you run this place?"
"No," I replied, "we're probably gonna do a whole lot of nuttin'."
I was hearing it everywhere. The owner was going to the shore. Another kid was going to the shore. One was going out of state, but not to the shore.
Poor unfortunate Dinks. Her daft parents made no concrete plans. And she wanted to go to the shore to see the beach.
Yesterday was a day for Geo and I, what with the food and movie (I'm still not giving away any spoilers).
Today, all three of us ... were gypsies.
"Let's go up around where we bought the land tomorrow", says Geo last night.
"Okay", I said and called my rents with our morning plans.
We picked up the little sprog around 9:00AM from Nana and PopPop's. After a little deprogramming, we headed north to our soon-to-be home near the Poconos.
Did we have an itinerary? Nope. Do we ever? Nope. Did we have a clue? Well, Geo did. I never do. Dinks? She was happy in her own little world filled with Ratty, Lambie, crocodiles, and butterflies.
I won't bore you with all the details considering 75% of what we did was drive around in the truck. We were mapping and scoping. Checking out doctors, pediatricians, vets (if we ever get a pet), post offices, groceries, pizza joints, blah blah blah. You understand.
When we did stop the truck, we either ate, drank, used a potty, stretched out legs, or a combo of any of the afore mentioned.
We checked out the property lot again. It looked drier than the last time I saw it. That makes me worry about drainage. Anyway, we decided to drive around the development to get a better feel for our way around the place.
We got lost.
Boy, did we get lost.
It's kinda difficult to get your bearings when all you're looking at is friggin trees and deer.
We eventually figured out where we were (at least we were still in Pennsylvania). That's when Geo found "the lake".
Lake Placid to be exact.
What a letdown. This puddle will seriously never be confused with the former Olympic site of Lake Placid, NY.
Dinker didn't care, though. The lake had a sandy surrounding that vaguely resembled a beach. Dinker thought that was the coolest thing. She kept saying, "Oooo, thank you Mommy and Daddy for taking me to the beach. I love the beach."
So the kid not only went to the mountains, but she did, to all intents and purposes, get to the beach.
Next year, it's the Joisey shore for her. I'll show her a real beach.