H is helping us redecorate the new house. At first, when he realized swinging from the towel bar wasn't the best idea, he burst into tears, but he recovered quickly enough to say, "It's a good thing I got rid of that for you mom. You said you hated that ugly old brass towel rack. Now you can get a new one. Just sell this one on e-bay!" Which means I'll have to replace the brass fixtures throughout the entire bathroom. Of course M said if we do that, we might as well re-tile the shower and replace the countertops. If we do that though, he thought we should also add a second vanity sink. Thanks, H!

Today the boys and I decided to finally see where the trail accross the road leads. There was an Indian chief's grave, then down, down, down to the beach! There was an ancient, barely readable sign that said private property, so of course J would not allow us to linger on what might be someone's private beach. We took the road back up and somebody driving down it stopped to let the boys play with her 8 week old Golden Retriever that she had just picked up from the breeder. Soooo cute, but all those piles of pee and poop are still too fresh in my mind.