The Trip: Day Seven, Eight, Nine, Wrap-Up
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possumcowboyI'm awake now after sleeping for three hours. Somehow that just doesn't seem fair.
Day Seven: Went to the beach, ate, went to the pool. Yeah, yeah, I know, that isn't enough detail. Ok. Here goes:
When we got to the beach, a dad had already finished this pyramid. Pretty amazing, if you ask me. He used a part of one of his kids' toys to make flat edges after pounding the sand firm. Like all good things, though, its existence is only a fleeting thing. A marauding baby grunted and puffed and finally climbed his way up the side to where he could reach and smash the point at the top.
A sad moment for those who had admired the monument, but a triumphant one for the toddler. He wasn't much different than those soldiers of Napoleon's who shot off the Sphinx's nose with a cannon just to see if they could do it. Something beautiful was destroyed by someone oblivious to the effort needed to raise such a structure.
Grandmother treated us to dinner at a place called Fisherman's Wharf. We sat outside on a deck overlooking the harbor, and watched the goings-on there as we ate. We had an order of hush puppies that came out looking like they'd been sitting under the hot lamp in the kitchen since the beginning of the week. Our waitress, Shirley, or Perkette, or Danielle, or something, insisted that they were fresh, but went to get us another order anyway. How she couldn't tell the difference was beyond me; the new order weren't a danger to dental work.
I had grilled yellowfin tuna, rare, and it was amazing. If they serve seafood in heaven, this is what it must be like. I moaned my way through the fish, and thoroughly enjoyed the meal (other than the hush puppies part, and Georgine or whatever having no clue about the quality of the food she was bringing out).
We went out looking for mole crabs again.
Day Eight was Friday. We went to the beach. I finished listening to the last episode of Traders Tales: A Story from the Golden Age of the Solar Clipper, which was sort of sad, both the episode and the knowing that my journey with those characters was over. There are six books in the series, and you can download the audiobooks for FREE. Click here to read the author's overview. Listen to the first few episodes of Quarter Share and you'll be hooked.
After my story was over, I felt sort of empty. Leah and I sat under our umbrellas, chatting and playing games on our iPhones. In response to a "shoe post" I felt obligated to send the following image:
Meals on Friday were an attempt to eat anything left in the condo, thereby to avoid wasting any food. It was...interesting.
We watched "The Knowing" with Nicholas Cage.
You know how Nicholas Cage is sort of fun and gets in a few tight spots in "National Treasure"? Yeah, no. This movie is, well, morbid and creepifyin' and all-around disturbing. The ending has potential to either open your mind to possibilities, or really piss you off, depending on your outlook of biblical interpretation. Anyway, after watching this movie, we went out for one more night of looking for crabs, then came back.
The Trip: Day Nine
"The Plan" for departure on Saturday was to have the car loaded and everyone in the car by 7am. Let us say that getting the car loaded and everyone in it was "An Event" about which I will state simply: "I may have become a bit ruffled." However, promptly at 9:30 we pulled out of the parking garage and started home.
Macy and Clayton help bring the luggage cart back for a second load.
I listened to two episodes of a new story, then looked in my iPhone music library. I selected "The Ballad of Peanut Butter" and simply let the thing play songs in alphabetical order. Songs beginning with the letter "B" played until just outside Louisville, Kentucky, where Sheryl Crowe's "C'mon, C'mon" started the "C" list. I skipped maybe four songs during that time. 167 songs, ending with Great Big Sea's "The Chemical Worker's Song".
Where we stopped for dinner and gas, the owner had two franchises under one roof: Godfather's Pizza and Quizno's Subs. He also had a ton of worthless crap that people like me think is hilarious. I...uh...would NEVER buy something so inane and pedestrian as this. Ever. And stop looking at those steer horns in my garage.
Grandmother's car was parked near the airport, so we took her to it. We dropped Clayton at his mom's house around 1:30. I unloaded the car and got the trash out, and was in bed at 2:30. When I woke up at 5:30, Mr. Clydiecat wanted to go back outside. All three kitties spent the week as Fearsome Beasts of the Forest. (That's what we tell them; "Garden Kitties" just doesn't sound dignified enough). I have FINALLY gotten Clyde to sit on my bed while I'm crosslegged at the bedside typing. He's got his chin on a front paw, and raises his head to peer at me now and then.
Before we'd left, I turned the thermostat up to 78 degrees. It has finally cooled back down to a comfortable level in here, and I think I'm about ready to call it enough.
Day Seven: Went to the beach, ate, went to the pool. Yeah, yeah, I know, that isn't enough detail. Ok. Here goes:
When we got to the beach, a dad had already finished this pyramid. Pretty amazing, if you ask me. He used a part of one of his kids' toys to make flat edges after pounding the sand firm. Like all good things, though, its existence is only a fleeting thing. A marauding baby grunted and puffed and finally climbed his way up the side to where he could reach and smash the point at the top.
A sad moment for those who had admired the monument, but a triumphant one for the toddler. He wasn't much different than those soldiers of Napoleon's who shot off the Sphinx's nose with a cannon just to see if they could do it. Something beautiful was destroyed by someone oblivious to the effort needed to raise such a structure.
Grandmother treated us to dinner at a place called Fisherman's Wharf. We sat outside on a deck overlooking the harbor, and watched the goings-on there as we ate. We had an order of hush puppies that came out looking like they'd been sitting under the hot lamp in the kitchen since the beginning of the week. Our waitress, Shirley, or Perkette, or Danielle, or something, insisted that they were fresh, but went to get us another order anyway. How she couldn't tell the difference was beyond me; the new order weren't a danger to dental work.
I had grilled yellowfin tuna, rare, and it was amazing. If they serve seafood in heaven, this is what it must be like. I moaned my way through the fish, and thoroughly enjoyed the meal (other than the hush puppies part, and Georgine or whatever having no clue about the quality of the food she was bringing out).
We went out looking for mole crabs again.
Day Eight was Friday. We went to the beach. I finished listening to the last episode of Traders Tales: A Story from the Golden Age of the Solar Clipper, which was sort of sad, both the episode and the knowing that my journey with those characters was over. There are six books in the series, and you can download the audiobooks for FREE. Click here to read the author's overview. Listen to the first few episodes of Quarter Share and you'll be hooked.
After my story was over, I felt sort of empty. Leah and I sat under our umbrellas, chatting and playing games on our iPhones. In response to a "shoe post" I felt obligated to send the following image:
Meals on Friday were an attempt to eat anything left in the condo, thereby to avoid wasting any food. It was...interesting.
We watched "The Knowing" with Nicholas Cage.
You know how Nicholas Cage is sort of fun and gets in a few tight spots in "National Treasure"? Yeah, no. This movie is, well, morbid and creepifyin' and all-around disturbing. The ending has potential to either open your mind to possibilities, or really piss you off, depending on your outlook of biblical interpretation. Anyway, after watching this movie, we went out for one more night of looking for crabs, then came back.
The Trip: Day Nine
"The Plan" for departure on Saturday was to have the car loaded and everyone in the car by 7am. Let us say that getting the car loaded and everyone in it was "An Event" about which I will state simply: "I may have become a bit ruffled." However, promptly at 9:30 we pulled out of the parking garage and started home.
Macy and Clayton help bring the luggage cart back for a second load.
I listened to two episodes of a new story, then looked in my iPhone music library. I selected "The Ballad of Peanut Butter" and simply let the thing play songs in alphabetical order. Songs beginning with the letter "B" played until just outside Louisville, Kentucky, where Sheryl Crowe's "C'mon, C'mon" started the "C" list. I skipped maybe four songs during that time. 167 songs, ending with Great Big Sea's "The Chemical Worker's Song".
Where we stopped for dinner and gas, the owner had two franchises under one roof: Godfather's Pizza and Quizno's Subs. He also had a ton of worthless crap that people like me think is hilarious. I...uh...would NEVER buy something so inane and pedestrian as this. Ever. And stop looking at those steer horns in my garage.
Grandmother's car was parked near the airport, so we took her to it. We dropped Clayton at his mom's house around 1:30. I unloaded the car and got the trash out, and was in bed at 2:30. When I woke up at 5:30, Mr. Clydiecat wanted to go back outside. All three kitties spent the week as Fearsome Beasts of the Forest. (That's what we tell them; "Garden Kitties" just doesn't sound dignified enough). I have FINALLY gotten Clyde to sit on my bed while I'm crosslegged at the bedside typing. He's got his chin on a front paw, and raises his head to peer at me now and then.
Before we'd left, I turned the thermostat up to 78 degrees. It has finally cooled back down to a comfortable level in here, and I think I'm about ready to call it enough.