So here's a few random ramblings since my last post:
Yesterday afternoon when we went to the beach there were two manatees mating in the shallow water. Watching two 800+ pound animals that are mostly blubber mate, now there's a spectator sport for you!
Florida squirrels are very different than Texas Squirrels. Once or twice a week we enjoy taking NaNa on a picnic to Coquina Beach. We always get the same table and are quickly joined by what I'm pretty sure is the same squirrel. He comes right up and eats right out of my hand, with a strong preference for pistachios, potato chips or grapes. He's a wimpy little Florida squirrel no bigger than a rat. I wouldn't let a Texas squirrel get within three feet of my hand for fear of losing a finger, my whole hand or arm.
Why is it that I consistently lose to NaNa in rummy, checkers and even scrabble? I mean seriously, she's kicking my tail on a daily basis in all of the above. I had her whipped in checkers last night got a little too cocky and she lulled me right into a death trap. I don't dare play her in Rook since that's her specialty. Rook is especially tough since I have to have a partner which is somewhat hard to find around these parts other than Beth who will show pity on me and be my partner occasionally.
A special shout out to my sister in law Debbie and her daughter Kimberly (aka Fish) for the great anti-gravity chair that they got me for retirement. I'm trying really hard to reposition myself every 30 minutes or so even though it's advertised as "anti-gravity" it's so comfortable and I'm spending so much time in it I don't won't to get bed sores.
An extra special shout out to my Sweet Sarah. Her Texas Tech Red Raiders just eliminated my Gators from the College World Series. Not really sure why we decided to leave our bats back in Gainesville but we did. A favorite quote of my dad's when his beloved Atlanta Braves would hit poorly was "We couldn't hit a bull in the butt with a bass fiddle". Sounds dangerous to me but accurately describes our hitting efforts. Oh well, as Ron Washington the great former manager of the Texas Rangers used to say; "that's the way baseball go". I'm pulling for the Red Raiders now!
Speaking of "the chair". I let NaNa sit in it for what I thought was a few minutes today. I won't make that mistake again. She refused to get out until it was time to leave.
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| Loving this chair |
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| A little morning paddleboarding in the canal! |
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| My squirrel buddy with his potato chip |
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| The only way I could get her out of the chair was to tell her it was time to leave!
BREAKING NEWS! I whipped NaNa in checkers a few minutes ago, Maybe I took her off her game by letting her sit in my chair!
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