Above is a shot from this summer of some boats at the Islander marina on Gwynns Island. My sisters and I spent practically every hour of every summer day at the Islander, and it wasn't until I saw this picture and let the memories come out to play that I realized we always called the Islander--the entire complex--The Marina.
The Islander consisted of a pool which accepted memberships from us locals; a well-equipped marina; a motel; a restaurant; and a snack bar. It also had tennis courts and a playground. The only reason we went was for the pool.
And yet for some reason, whenever we wanted to go to the pool, we'd ask our grandmother or mother to take us to the marina, which really meant the pool.
I wonder why that is.
These and other mysteries, such as why it's nearly Halloween and I still have to cut my grass and worry about being taken over by weeds, may never be fully understood.
Have a fantastic Sunday.