Sarasota FL
The very first time we came to Sarasota – I think it was in December 2003 – our friend Maureen took us to the Farmers’ Market. It’s held every Saturday morning, in the downtown area. It’s two or three blocks of local (some organic) produce, herbs, jams and jellies, cheese, snacks, and baked goods, along with music, art, handcrafted furniture, and crafts. This week, Kelly took her mother. I thought they needed some time alone together. Plus, Pat had eaten most of the produce we’d bought the previous week, so I thought maybe she’d buy some for herself.
While they were off doing the mom/daughter thing, I managed Kelly’s and my farms in FarmVille. I also sent out notices for our blog, letting you all know that it was finally live. Now for you science fiction fans out there, you’ll notice that time has bent back on itself. Yes, we’ve been writing in past tense. We’re still playing catch-up.
It's important to remember that we don't always have Internet access. And, sometimes there's something more fun to do than blog (who knew?!?). So, from time to time, you'll see us post in chunks of days all at once.
Every now and then, I manage to convince Kelly that we should take a nice walk along a beach at sunset. Staying this close to water, it just doesn’t make sense to miss these opportunities. She has an innate ability to get us to beaches that are facing east. Since the Gulf Coast is known for its westward-facing sunsets, this puts us at a disadvantage. Today was no different, except that today, Kelly won her race with the sun, getting us to Turtle Beach in plenty of time to see a beautiful sunset. It was very cold and rain seemed imminent. Yesterday’s storm had thrown a lot of shells onto the beach. She picked up a nice assortment, all too heavy for the trailer. Every time she threw one back, she was swarmed by gulls. They were probably accustomed to people throwing bait or fish guts in a similar manner. Poor guys just didn’t get it.
We met up with some friends for dinner. Kelly discovered most of them were cow eaters, so many enjoyed steak done right. I wrapped my taste buds around some wonderful pasta. One of the bakers in our little group, Sue, gave us a plate of home-made Christmas cookies. Yum. After dinner, we went to Barb and Brenda’s for more visiting. Their dog, Freddie (Frederika), enjoyed endless ear-rubs from Kelly and me. We both miss being around pets and are shameless about it whenever possible.
The very first time we came to Sarasota – I think it was in December 2003 – our friend Maureen took us to the Farmers’ Market. It’s held every Saturday morning, in the downtown area. It’s two or three blocks of local (some organic) produce, herbs, jams and jellies, cheese, snacks, and baked goods, along with music, art, handcrafted furniture, and crafts. This week, Kelly took her mother. I thought they needed some time alone together. Plus, Pat had eaten most of the produce we’d bought the previous week, so I thought maybe she’d buy some for herself.
While they were off doing the mom/daughter thing, I managed Kelly’s and my farms in FarmVille. I also sent out notices for our blog, letting you all know that it was finally live. Now for you science fiction fans out there, you’ll notice that time has bent back on itself. Yes, we’ve been writing in past tense. We’re still playing catch-up.
It's important to remember that we don't always have Internet access. And, sometimes there's something more fun to do than blog (who knew?!?). So, from time to time, you'll see us post in chunks of days all at once.
Every now and then, I manage to convince Kelly that we should take a nice walk along a beach at sunset. Staying this close to water, it just doesn’t make sense to miss these opportunities. She has an innate ability to get us to beaches that are facing east. Since the Gulf Coast is known for its westward-facing sunsets, this puts us at a disadvantage. Today was no different, except that today, Kelly won her race with the sun, getting us to Turtle Beach in plenty of time to see a beautiful sunset. It was very cold and rain seemed imminent. Yesterday’s storm had thrown a lot of shells onto the beach. She picked up a nice assortment, all too heavy for the trailer. Every time she threw one back, she was swarmed by gulls. They were probably accustomed to people throwing bait or fish guts in a similar manner. Poor guys just didn’t get it.
We met up with some friends for dinner. Kelly discovered most of them were cow eaters, so many enjoyed steak done right. I wrapped my taste buds around some wonderful pasta. One of the bakers in our little group, Sue, gave us a plate of home-made Christmas cookies. Yum. After dinner, we went to Barb and Brenda’s for more visiting. Their dog, Freddie (Frederika), enjoyed endless ear-rubs from Kelly and me. We both miss being around pets and are shameless about it whenever possible.
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