Pre-Thanksgiving Southern Instance

Most years for the last decade, we Northern Moores have headed south the weekend before Thanksgiving to visit my little brothers and their families. Turns out, it’s generally cheaper – and a lot more fun – to rent a Newport Beach beach house at off-season rates than to put 6-7 people up in a Motel.

So, this year, we had 3 of the 4 extant children, grandma and a houseguest friend in a house at the north end of the beach one block off the sand. It’s been fun. Had the brothers ( and our elder daughter’s boyfriend – a first ‘family meets the boyfriend moment! He is a very nice young man) over for dinner yesterday.

Right now, the 5 of us left went to the Balboa Fun Zone for ice cream, then took the ferry over to Balboa Island from which we watched the sunset: 



Catching the return ferry back to the van, then to the house where there’s chicken to barbecue. Head home tomorrow.

Life is good.

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Author: Joseph Moore

Enough with the smarty-pants Dante quote. Just some opinionated blogger dude.

8 thoughts on “Pre-Thanksgiving Southern Instance”

  1. Hi Joseph! One of your regular followers here (but rare commenter.) Just wanted to let you know – if you haven’t already been told this – that the guest on the EWTN program Journey Home which aired 11/20/17, made a mention of the story of your son’s passing, in the context of her conversion journey. Thought you’d like to know. You can catch it on Youtube.
    Have a very blessed Thanksgiving!

      1. “Beautiful Bay area.”

        Whoops! I thought I’d identified the photos as coming from the San Diego end of the state. I guess I won’t be in your neighborhood after all. Darn!

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