GO’s Sand Bucket, by Georgia Osten

GO’s Sand Bucket is only one beach bum’s journal of life at the beach, probably something each of you can relate to. Please feel free to email me with your thoughts, visions and/or feelings of just exactly what the beach means to you.

Dixie

By Georgia Osten
A most unusual evening we spent recently with Dixie at her Tupperware Party. My friend, Vicky, invited me to The Grand to see Dixie’s Tupperware Party. We decided to grab a bite at one of the restaurants within walking distance in downtown Galveston. It was a Saturday evening and neither of us had thought about making a reservation. Well, I took

Happy Days

By Georgia Osten
Every month or so, my husband and I escape over to our “Home Away From Home” in Galveston. I know it’s not far away, but it’s a great escape from reality for us, it rejuvenates our souls and spirits. The Tremont House on Mechanic is our favorite by far. Once, as a payback for loaning our house for a prom, we were given a night in one of their

It wasn’t our normal weekend!

By Georgia Osten
We’ve been looking forward to having the twins for over a month now. We had no idea what to expect, thinking all the time, of course we can do this. After all, we raised 3 kids all by ourselves. Right? So what if it was over 30 years ago. Right? Not only have things changed, but we’ve aged quite a lot since those days. The twins are

No Trespassing

By Georgia Osten
We were recently invited over to our neighbor’s house for dinner, to meet our new neighbors. We just lost some long-time residents who sold their home to long-time friends of theirs. As it goes, we didn’t know them at all, they’re Beaumont folks who know everyone already and everyone knows them already. That’s okay, easy to like people,

I’m at a loss for words

By Georgia Osten
I recently posted in Facebook “How do you control yourself from correcting posts with grammatical or misspelling errors?” Well, I got some really cool comments. Some were silly like “I read them in my head in Portuguese.” Really? Or “I no wut yu meen! Drivs mi nutz.” One person said, “just keep scrolling.” Or how about “It drives me nuts when

Bulging at the Seams

By Georgia Osten
Just when it seems you can hardly fit any more people in the house, along comes another group. It all began with our 10 year old granddaughter. She flew all by herself from North Carolina on June 5th. Nervous grandparents picked her up from the airport. We were doing just fine until we received a text from her mother saying the plane was

The 4th of July week has always been exciting

By Georgia Osten
Especially around my house. This is the week we get all the family and extended family to the beach. Relatives from as far away as North Carolina are here, the gang from Houston and their friends and children are expected. I get a bit concerned about where everyone will sleep, but I needn’t because my daughters are “on it!” They have it all figured out, and

All excited to come back to work this morning

GO's Sand BucketBy Georgia Osten
I’ve been at my new job for about 2½ months now. I’m finally beginning to feel like I fit in. I know a lot of the medics’ names and I’m beginning to know their shifts. When I arrived at work this morning, one of the medics warned me that I may want to look out in the hallway before I step out of my office. As it turned out, we had a visitor this weekend, a huge

So there I was

By Georgia Osten
Another day in Pearland, Father’s Day, what a treat. We had hamburgers and hotdogs with two of the kids and 5 out of 8 of the grandkids. There’s a swimming pool, enough said! Addyson and Pierce played for at least 3 hours in the pool. PawPaw joined in the fun, he can’t help himself, the biggest kid of all. Time to head home, Grandma decided to

So, there I was

By Georgia Osten
…sitting out on the Intracoastal on a Lovely Friend’s Lovely Dock. We took our granddaughter for a little crabbing excursion. PawPaw bought chicken necks, packed up a cooler of drinks, the cooler of ice to throw all the crabs into, some beach chairs, some pre-made crab strings (how fancy), the nets – we’re ready! We remembered everything except

Bountiful Gathering

By Georgia Osten
Okay, well my story is the last one for the evening, the one my husband is waiting for so he can put the paper to bed. Look, I’ve been at work most of the day and I spent the last hour in my garden gathering today’s crop of tomatoes. No, I didn’t grow the banana, it just happened to be on this dish when I dumped the tomatoes. As any of you gardeners

Come back soon!

By Georgia Osten
We’ve come to some very significant conclusions this weekend. None too serious we can’t deal with, but very valuable lessons learned no doubt. We went out early Saturday morning to claim our spot and set up. Memorial Weekend crowds are always lined up on both sides of the beach. Nothing like last weekend, Thank You

Go Topless Weekend

By Georgia Osten
It’s not for the weak of heart, it’s certainly not something to expose our families to. I was going to say “adults only,” but in reality, I can’t even qualify them in that category. As with any crazy, reckless holiday, I’m disheartened to say the least. What on earth would we do without our law enforcement and our EMS? Provisions were made to staff more

And the Beat Goes On

By Georgia Osten
It’s our oldest Granddaughter’s birthday today, as I write this, May 15th. We have 8 grandkids now, and we’re probably through – what a ride! Emma was born in Long Beach, CA. For obvious reasons, we weren’t there at the time. She was a strapping youngster, we grow them big in our family. I remember the night she was born, we were

It’s finally here

By Georgia Osten
All the preparation, all the emails and phone calls, and it’s finally here. The 33rd Texas Crab Festival, Crystal Beach’s biggest event of the year! I’m happy to have a partner in the Beer Booth action this year. She’s had quite a few setbacks this year, but like a trooper, went out and completed her TABC and she’s onboard with me again. Thanks

“P”, What a Fun Boy

By Georgia Osten
We got to pick up Pierce for the weekend, time to spend with Nana & PawPaw. PawPaw crossed the ferry to meet Daddy and “P” early Friday morning. We call him “P” because it’s short for Pierce. Nana was at work and P and PP had plenty to do, like drive the trailer somewhere, but first Dannay’s because P hadn’t had breakfast, then take Maezy to

Never A Dull Moment

By Georgia Osten
They say change is good, I sure hope so. I’m also a believer in fate. So, when I found out about a job opening, and it seemed like the timing was appropriate, I jumped up and applied for the position. My interview was on a Friday morning. I supposed I wouldn’t hear anything until possibly the next week, so I sat back and told myself to not

Oh what a difference a year makes …

By Georgia Osten
Or does it? For the past couple of years, it seems like Prom Night is the “happening” thing here at the beach house. And, I think there may be another one in another couple of years. This year, once again, we were asked to “move out,” while the Prom gathering takes place. Honestly, we are a little more than willing. After all, we’re offered a night at our favorite

Ah Mother Nature

By Georgia Osten
This time of year, the Starlight Jasmine literally takes over the house. It doesn’t matter that I’ve planted it everywhere! There’s a huge growth of it at a piling at the front of the house, not to mention the light pole out front that looks like a Christmas tree. Last summer, I planted a bush at each of the pilings at the front of the house. Oh yes, there’s

Civic Duty

By Georgia Osten
I’ve been scheduled for months for jury duty in Galveston County. I remember one other time in my life I was called, it was in Harris County. I had to go downtown, which is intimidating enough, and I was scared to death. I didn’t get chosen. I had no idea I would be chosen this time either. There must have been over a hundred of us

Our Girl, Maezy!

By Georgia Osten
All her instincts come alive. I swear she must wear a watch. She can tell when it’s time to go to the beach each evening. Morning is a no-brainer, as soon as it’s daylight, she’s ready to go. All you have to say is “Let’s go.” She’ll head straight for the garage where we keep the golf cart. During Spring Break, we couldn’t take her down to the beach in the evenings

Spring Break

By Georgia Osten
Normally, a subject I won’t talk about, much less take part in. I love our little piece of paradise and I never take it for granted. Believe me, I cherish the quiet Sunday evenings. It’s been a habit of ours, even before we lived here permanently, to long for Sunday evenings. We would sit on our deck and watch the traffic dwindle. We would pack up first thing

Birthday month

March - Birthday monthBy Georgia Osten
Thank goodness, every Christmas, my children get together with all the photos from the year to present me with my calendar, the one that stays on the fridge. I really look forward to receiving my calendar. Not the obvious, which are all the pictures, but the reminder of birthdays each month. For instance, this month, March, there are

Spring is in the air

By Georgia Osten
Feeling a touch of Spring in the air, seeing it on the trees and in the grass. A few days this past weekend have been enjoyable enough to be out in short sleeves. I’ve found plenty to do outdoors. Washed the dog, worked on the bugs on the front of the car, the ones the car wash didn’t budge. I even got my plants planted, some in the veggie

A New Leaf

By Georgia Osten
Okay, I’ve turned over a new leaf. Sorry, it’s not really a “new leaf,” I believe I’ve turned this one over several times. It’s okay, it’s a good thing I keep coming back to these leaves. After a much needed trip to see the doctor, it’s a new one, I’m back on track again. I don’t know how he got to me so easily, but I’ve scheduled all sorts of tests and

Alright Already!

GO's Sand BucketBy Georgia Osten
It happens every year about this time, the freezes are over (hopefully), our gardens look deplorable, and it’s time to get out there and plow everything under. I’ve begun, my muscles can prove it. I’ve actually diminished my garden space – again. I cut the vegetable garden in half a year ago. Sorry, my husband cut it in half – thank you Dear. Needless to

Happy Mardi Gras

GO's Sand Bucket-Happy Mardi GrasBy Georgia Osten
Another year, I’ve lost count. I vaguely remember one year, we sat on the side of the road, it was just as cold and just as miserable as it was Saturday, but we had a grand time then, and we had a grand time Saturday. For the past 5 or 6 years, we’ve been driving two golf carts. We always have the Crab Fest cart, the one being raffled on

Bamboozled

GO's Sand BucketBy Georgia Osten
Hustled, Yep, I think that about sums it up. And she did it with such finesse, I didn’t see it coming, and I didn’t realize I’d been hustled until I got home. We spent a quiet dinner with some friends at Ocean Grille the other night, having our favorite – Fish Tacos! The conversation went round and round, finally stopping on the subject of

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