New Year Morn

New Year's Day was an unexpectedly sunny, gorgeous one, and we celebrated it the traditional joyful way . . . 

. . . we watched our nutso friends dive into the Atlantic Ocean.

Watch Hill is a magical place and there's no better spot to ring in a New Year . . . 

. . . especially when you're well-supplied on land.

. . . very well supplied.

photo cred: E-Beth

The peeps lined up . . . 

. . . the peeps swam . . . 

. . . the peeps joined us on shore. Hi Kathy!

Here's Julie . . . 

. . . and here's her girl . . . 

. . . and here's her doggie who is actually a man in a dog suit, a la The Shaggy DA. 

Or Please Don't Eat the Daisies.

Here's the lovely Dawnie who was smart enough to hang with us on the beach this year . . . 

. . . and here are the lovely Angela and Dave who were smart enough to swim in honor of their respective Nanas this year . . . 

And here . . . 

. . . well, here is the one and only Mr. Slips.

Not everybody was bursting with New Year joy, however. G wanted chips and was peeved her parents didn't bring any.

I feel your pain, G. I feel your pain.

The intrepid Mr. Dibble was once again our fearless leader . . . 

photo cred: Angela

. . . and the intrepid Mistah was once again our fearless photographer.

Thanks for the rare photo of himself, Angela. As Mr. Dibble quipped, "Always the photographer, never the bride."

It was a relaxing and chill day full of joy and hope and fun and bubbly even without chips.
 

And then we all went home. . . . 

. . . taking selfies the whole way.

Happy New Year, lovelies . . . 

Wishing you Peace in '21.