We're running out of options; desperately seeking spring

you better start swimmin' or you'll sink like a stone...



...for the *tides*, they are a-changin'...



pale mid-December dusk wander-browse

I remember as a child, as a teenager, and at times, as an adult just wandering.  No purpose, no map. With family or with a friend -off to discover what was off the beaten path, where the weeds grow...Under piers, behind strip malls, cemetaries, civil war battle sites, the woods behind my house, random college campus', and so on and on...

I have many fond memories discovering places, seeking random adventure.

One afternoon, I take my son to a local playground.  Noone is about and it's quiet. There is snow and ice on the ground but that doesn't slow us down (or turn us around!)...I think of families in New England, Canada, Minnesota...

I'm sure they embrace their children/childhood no matter what the weather.

And my son, whose mind hasn't been stood up by his imagination wanders down to the water.



to see the boats!




to see the TRUCKS!



Someone else *also* has the right idea.  WANDER ON, little friend.




All boats gone fishin'.  See you in the spring!





"Mama!  Broke!  Broke! Oh...fix..."



ducks, crab cages, and weathered docks

We see/discover so much, when I follow my leader...

still?

always...

I think the ducks add that little something..



Hurricane Milo, 830am, Christmas morning

After tearing through all the layers of gifts from family/friends/Santa, we decided to bundle up the family and head out to the...BEACH.  Yes, it's cold and it's December and it's about to snow, and some people rather cozy up to Call of Duty: Black Ops and drink a boozy citrus beverage,  but the fresh air was a pure love-burn to my lungs!
And it was calling my name!!

Or something like that...



I mean, really.  Can't a 2 year old just *pause* for 2 seconds for a picture?



Did he walk into the water?  Do you have to ask?



my handsome, rugged, hunk-a-hunk of burning love



I like ducks.




I also like picture captioning.  I'll call this one: Doing Epic Shit on the Beach, Christmas Day.



People I spent Christmas Eve/Day with.
husband/son/ladyfriend of brother/brother.

 And then we came home and took a nap.

The End.

10:31am, Wednesday, National Harbor, 9 degrees

ICE!  What an attraction to see!  Some folks from China took 2 million pounds of ice and carved out scenes from Dr. Seuss' "How the Grinch Stole Christmas."  They maintain this walk-through exhibit by keeping the temperature at a lovely 9 degrees...Good thing they provided us with some fancy blue coats!

and it's cold.  very. very. 9 degrees. cold

 Afterwards, we walked over to the Gaylord where the excitement did not run out...


I see London, I see France

 

I can ridz the choo-choo?



Little darlings' waiting for the light/water show



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Fountains make him happy, especially when paired with fancy Holiday music!

  

Excuse me, I was here first



I love me some NYC architecture. Gives a whole new meaning to "space issues."



Blurred to protect the Innocent. And the Guilty.

The morning after clean-up crew.  My HOA dollars hard at work.

So, yeah.
Here's a pic of my neighbors. One is street sweeping while the other is drinking a substance unknown while... supervising?

"You missed a spot."

Did I mention it's 27 degrees outside?

It's like they just woke up and said, "Top of the morning to you, Neighbor! Why don't you grab a broom and a cocktail and meet me outside? Get dressed?  Nah, just pull on something festive!  It's the HOLIDAZE"

I love my Klass-Act neighborhood.  Keeps me happy.