Oh my goodness. What a day. It’s almost 10 p.m. and I’m brewing a cup of tea, pleasantly tired after a long day of fun.
Would you like me to re-wind the reel to share the day?
It started at 6:45 a.m. Mom and I watched the news while Dad visited the coffee shop and Kiah slept. About 9 a.m. Mom and I took off for a walk to the Gulf Coast. We’ve walked a similar stroll through the “Bird Sanctuary” for several years now. Amazingly, the landscape has shifted in the last year. You can walk toward the Gulf in places once covered with water.
We traveled to new places. We’re going back tomorrow, so you will have to wait until then for more beach photos.
Instead, let’s fast-forward. After our beach-walk, Kiah and I lounged by the pool. Then, a little after noon the family drove north on Fort Myers Beach to the annual Shrimp Festival. We made our way through the crowd, attempting to find the Lion’s Club booth. They sold peel ’em and eat ’em steamed shrimp.
We found a table to eat and ate…and ate…and ate. We peeled those shrimp and ate ’em until we couldn’t imagine eating another shrimp. Then we ate some coleslaw.
My mom suggested we tour the shops and meet under the “Times Square” clock at 3:30 p.m. Kiah and I wandered off on our own. We couldn’t believe a fellow was selling pussy willows. Pussy willows? I asked him about them. He said that a lot of northerners miss their pussy willows and want to buy them. He talked enthusiastically about the pussy willows for at least five minutes.
We opted not to buy them. We wandered among the shops, viewing shells and heads of alligators…or are those crocodiles?
I was utterly fascinated by the above pirate. He stood stock-still, like a statue. People would think he was a statue. One lady came up and put her arm around him. He moved. She screamed!! Everyone laughed and she got her photo with the pirate. Then they tossed money in the treasure chest by his feet. I thought he looked amazing.
Kiah and I wandered back underneath the pier. Up on the pier the wind blew fiercely and you needed a jacket. Below the pier, sheltered, the temperature lingered about 73 degrees. The sun felt lovely. It was good being together.
After our adventures at the Shrimp Festival, we rested at the condo before driving to my brother and sister-in-law’s place for drinks and dinner.
I have a half-dozen other beach photos to show you, but we’ll have to wait until tomorrow. We ooohed and ahhhhed so much about our beach walk that Kiah has agreed to go tomorrow. My brother, Tim, says he’ll go, as well. But let’s wait until tomorrow to see who decides to walk.
After all, it’s the Daylight Savings time change. We’re meeting at 10 a.m., but that means it’s really 9 a.m. Who will be ready to go at that hour of the morning?
My mom and I will be…we’ll see if the others join us. 🙂