Who Wants Trident? (I do, I do!)

Being fairly snowed in for much of the winter has forced Mark and I to get to know the neighborhood a bit at The Beach House. We're really getting to know our backyard neighbor as of late. You might have heard of him. His name is Poseidon. Call him Neptune if you'd like. Poseidon has brought us plenty of gifts to make us feel welcome, like the busted up green plastic tub pictured here:
Just lovely. Other gifts have included a 3' x 2' chunk of orange foam insulation, and an array of fashionable buoys. (They're all the rage with the Joneses on our beach). How fortunate we are to have such a generous neighbor. Mark is quite fond of spotting new offerings through his binoculars and daring me to dash out in my PJs to receive them formally. Being the gullible dork that I am, I tend to oblige. I mean, a gift is a gift!

Well, over the weekend, our tides turned in the literal sense, when we noticed that Poseidon cooked up one hell of a freezing sea storm and made off with OUR STAIRS! Mark's Mom had commented the week prior that she didn't like the looks of our stairs, but apparently Poseidon did. I'm sure they've been bestowed upon some nice couple in Connecticut.

So until we get around to building a (retractable) ladder, we have a lovely platform diving board for all of you polar bear types out there. Thanks, Poseidon. No really, you shouldn't have.