#126 - Don't Like Cabin Guilt

Escape to Sunrise Beach

We escaped again to our cabin in Sunrise Beach, TX. I always feel a little guilty.

I feel incredibly lucky that we are able to change things up, with our cabin escapes. 

The world feels pretty much the same in the tiny Sunrise Beach Community. We see more animals than people. It's a treat to fill the bird feeders and enjoy some entertainment. I even saw a roadrunner!

Wandering Down the Road
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We can go on walks and count all the fawns. The deer don't seem to know there's a pandemic. 

All seemed pretty much the same, except for few signs along the road, thanking Essential Workers. How confusing this sign would have been, 6 months ago.

Extra Jobs, Along with the Perks

There are times when I wonder if it's worth it, having extra toilets to clean... and fix.

But Don seemed to actually enjoy his new job as a plumber. I was the assistant and I think I could do this myself next time. Oh the things we are learning!

Morning

Both mornings were pleasant, with the sun rising over Lake LBJ. Evening was nice too. I couldn't get a photo of the Neowise Comet, but we spotted it in the starry sky, just below the Big Dipper.

On our morning walk, the second day we saw our neighbor with his dogs. After months of tech communicating with friends and family, we were suddenly face to face (6 feet away!) with our neighbor. It felt good to talk in person. It also felt good to hear the community scoop from Frank. He said only one person in Beach has been infected with the virus. Why would we even go back to Sugar Land?

Later, I stood on the cabin deck and talked to Dad on the phone. I almost didn't want to tell him where we were. It seems so unfair that he was still trapped in his Missouri assisted living facility. But I told him where I was standing and I described the busy activity of the nearby hummingbirds and cardinals. Then he told me all the birds he could see at his feeder. 
 
Once again, I was reminded that we have lots in common these days. We are both amused by birds, in these pandemic times.