After 35 years of marriage my husband Dean, still amazes me. Two years ago our son Hal who had become an integral part of our business, had second thoughts of working in the skincare business for the rest of his life.  Even though it would mean major changes in Dean’s workload, he only wanted what our son wanted. He happily worked together with our son to create a smooth exit plan.  Hal  is now growing his own property management business (Terra Mira Property Management ) with his wife and his childhood best friend.

I’m not very mechanically inclined and our growth had made it necessary to bring in some machines for labeling and filling. Yes, I used to do this all by hand. So now Dean not only is managing inventory he also does areas of production that I can’t do on my own.  Our latest sale was bringing in more orders than I could possibly handle over the Thanksgiving weekend.  Dean helped pack orders when I was behind and got up early on Monday and packed a good portion of the orders before he went off to work. Yes, he still has a demanding consulting job other than Alabu.  He is so hard working.  He thanks me for putting up with him because he is so driven to accomplishment. But there would be no Alabu without him. I say thank you Dean, for always looking for ways to make my life easier and making my dreams come true.

When Dean came home the other afternoon he wondered where our cat Bu was. I had a very busy day and when I stopped to think about it I realized I had not seen her all day. She is a social cat who usually likes to pester me when I am working on the computer in the morning and always sits with Dean in the evening. She is usually seen around the house in various places throughout the day.

Dean and I both started searching, but Bu was not in any of her favorite spots. We searched under the furniture, in my sewing room and even in the basement where she is not allowed. I recruited our dog Chia in the search and she was eager to help, but we were no further ahead in finding Bu. Our son and his wife even searched high and low with no better luck in finding our cat. We finally concluded she must have escaped in the  darkness when Dean left the house that morning.

We were very concerned for her as she never ventures outside and it was a cold windy day. That night I posted a lost pet alert on Home again webpage ( a pet micro chip company). Later as I was walking past the basement door I flipped on the light and looked down. There was Bu sitting lazily at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for someone to let her up. We couldn’t believe she was down there, it was searched no less than 8 times by 4 different people and a dog. I guess when a cat doesn’t want to be found they won’t be, but we are vey happy she decided to grace us with her presence again.

We always think we should try to get away, but for one reason or another we never seem to get there. This year we did make plans and even though there were many other things that got it the way, we managed to get way for a long weekend for our 35th anniversary.  

We both have fond memories of Long Beach Island NJ vacations with my family, so that’s where we went.  We love it there in the off season. Every morning we go to the beach to see the sunrise and return at the end of the day to catch the sunset.

At the south end of the island there is a wildlife preserve that they open to 4×4 vehicles in the fall. The manager of the hotel we stayed at said it was ok to drive on it without a permit, but we opted to go and buy one. We were so glad we did. Dean is pretty much of an expert driver. Driving in snow is no problem for him. But sand proved to be a different story. We drove out following the rules of the permit and got stuck about a 1/4 mile out. As much as Dean tried to get the truck unstuck it just got worse. And just to add a little extra adrenaline into the situation the tide was coming in and it was already a few feet from the tires. Every time Dean tried to get us unstuck the truck slid a little closer to the incoming waves. We called the number on our permit paper and they gave us a number to call for a garage.  They said the minimum to tow us out was $300. Fortunately a kind couple stopped and took pity on us. The solution was as simple as letting some of the air pressure out of our tires. Dean was able back up and continue our trip. Dean called and cancel the tow, but it didn’t seem like they were in any hurry to come to our rescue anyway.  It didn’t take long for Dean to really get the hang of driving on the sand. We even took some fellow vacationers out to the end of the preserve for a little bird watching. We are so thankful for the couple who stopped to tell us the secret of driving on sand.