Actually, it was a whole beautiful weekend. Saturday was Absolutely Gorgeous, here in island-land. A cold front blew in on Sunday, but it was still really nice. Just jacket nice, instead of shirtsleeve nice.
Oh, I have to share--I went out one day last week to walk along the beach, instead of riding the bicycle. Wore the flip-flops, since it's been warming up, and did my usual "walk barefoot on the sand, put on flipflops to cross the jetties" trick. The weather was beautiful--just breezy enough to be cool and comfortable. But that water was COLD!!
And I didn't even get into the water. I just walked on the wet sand. Still cold. Cold, Cold COLD!
Interesting tidbit--I was walking along and noticed swirls and waves of what looked a little like those flat-bottomed glass beads you can get at the craft stores to glue on stuff. (They had some on the wall at Tortuga's Mexican Restaurant.) But they weren't beads. They were little bitty, thumbnail-sized jellyfish. Every so often, a big twelve-inch jellyfish would be washed up, but mostly, there were just these waves of baby ones. I was very careful not to step on even the little ones, because those jellyfish can sting like wildfire, and I didn't have my shoes on. There were so many of them, it was kind of hard not to step on them sometimes...
The boy and his girlfriend and the granddog came to visit and they actually went to the beach and got in the water. Brrrr! I have pictures. (Of Dolly the dog, not any people) I'll have to download and post them.
And we all went bike riding. The fella brought the last of the bikes down from the panhandle house, so we had a bicycle for everyone. And I made it past 61st Street before the knees gave out! That may have been partly due to the fact that the seawall sidewalk was very crowded and I kept having to slow down to get around bunches of people taking up the whole sidewalk, but I rode Past 61st Street. That's at least as far as riding past 45th Street going the other way, so I made my goal. Went out the very next day to ride again, and didn't make it that far, so I obviously have more "building up" to do on the legs, but it's a start...
The writing is chugging along. I feel like I'm not getting anywhere, but really, I am. I guess I feel that way because I keep having to go back and fill things in. What I wrote today, I'm worried I may have to take out and condense. I feel like I ought to Know what to leave out and what to put in when I write it...but I don't. I just throw it all in, and then have to slash and burn when it comes time to revise. Less planning, less clothing, more doing.
Onward and upward.