Odd
Closing
Rambles

...this guy could be convinced that we need to have our footprints permanently embedded in beach sand? Now if he'd just stop being so dern logical and sensible about things like job markets and income, purrrrhaps I could make some progress. Could it be that he doesn't believe me when I say "let's just go live under a bridge down there" because he knows better than anybody how much I just adore camping out....NOT!!!! And he knows how fast I'd be whining for an internet connection as well. I suppose somebody around here needs to be level headed...*sigh*

That being said, seems to me that every time he gets that white sand between his toes, he gets another step closer to throwing caution to the wind.

We did look at another place while we were down there. The building was not quite so "fluffy" as the pink house we were both so crazy about last spring, but it does have some features that the pink house can't match. #1 is the location. Water on both sides. Private piers & boat launches in the lagoon for this condo complex and dedicated, private beach access. This section of West Beach is only about 4 buildings wide water edge to water edge. I love it! Would be great to have it to rent during season. [That's the hot part of the year when I hate going anywhere much unless it's to an extreme northerly location.] Then have it to play with ourselves much of the rest of the year. My wheels are still turning. lol

All stirring & plotting aside, we had a wonderful relaxing week. For those of you who know the story of my Daddy and *The* Box, we found him safe and sound in the condo. [We stayed in the same unit this time as we did last spring.] It looks as if he has found a home since *he* has been put to work holding instruction manuals for a small bookcase sound system which has been added since we were there last.

We hooked up with old family friends the day before we left and finally got a chance to try breakfast at Tacky Jack's. We sought out the haunts and the joints, avoided the chains, munched on pound after pound of shrimp and enjoyed the sand in our toes and sun on our faces.

I truly do believe I am a beach person at heart as somehow my soul connects with the power and beauty of the sea. Someday soon, purrrrhaps I will live in a place where I can enjoy those sensations on a daily basis. Until then, stay tuned for further adventures of these two slightly silly old folk who insist on remaining young at heart while enjoying life and the special moments it brings.

TaTa for Now!

Residents of the Cathouse