Sitting here on the porch at a rented house on St. George Island, Florida, I can see the Gulf of Mexico and feel the breeze, but I'm in the shade in a comfortable chair and typing on my new Chromebook. This is the best of all possible worlds for me - no sand. Once all I wanted was to sit under an umbrella a few feet away from the water all day long and just read. The hubs and I would bring water and the portable satellite radio, books and snacks, and there we would sit. At lunchtime I would trudge back up to wherever we were staying and make lunch, pack it and bring it back under the umbrella. Sometimes we would nap. We would take periodic walks. The hubs would lie out in the sun (yep). And everything - everything - would be sandy. Our feet (and consequently our flipflops, chairs, towels, water bottles and the portable satellite radio), our bodies under our suits, even our hair.
Now we sit comfortably on the porch. The hubs doesn't do sun anymore. We have plastic tumblers with actual ice. There's a bathroom just inside the porch door. But we still have our books, the breeze, and the beautiful Gulf of Mexico.
Wednesday, September 19, 2018
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