Sarasota FL
Here it is – New Year’s Eve. Being newly retired, I’m feeling a bit untethered. Usually, if I was lucky, I would take vacation at the end of the year. I liked being out of the office from Christmas through the year’s end. Then, I’d trudge back to work, with my head down and my blinders on, determined to work and slog my way through at least three months without a vacation or sick day. It was my way of getting through the hardest part of the year. It feels strange this year – no long vacation to anticipate, and now, no three months of slogging with my head down and shoulder to the wheel. Also a bit weird to be in cold, rainy, icy Florida.
Pat invited us to the New Year’s Eve party at her senior center. We got as dressed up as we could and went off to make her proud. The senior center in Sarasota (
http://www.friendshipcenters.org/) is a complex of buildings, housing many services for older citizens. I thought the social center was beautiful. The big French doors opened up to a welcoming area. There was a wood dance floor, lots of small tables and chairs, plus a grand piano, some serious speakers, and space for a full band. Hinged screens, housing the work of a local artist, made a partial wall between this public area and several pool tables. This first floor area was open to the ceiling – large and grand, light and airy. There were classrooms around the three outside walls. Plus, the “loft” showed more classrooms.
Everyone was dressed for the occasion. One woman wore a beautiful black sequined dress with beaded fringe at the sleeves and hem. It was obvious that everyone had pulled out their best formal wear for this dance. A woman played piano and sang while a gentleman played the drums. Their performance was proof that our musical talents only gain depth and richness as we age. It was a joy to hear them perform and I could have listened to them all afternoon. Many of us wore festive tiaras and carried noisemakers. Pat introduced me as her daughter-in-law. Kelly and I danced the last dance, a slow one, together. Some of the staff were aghast, but the party-goers took it in stride.
The party ended around 3:00 PM. We said our goodbyes and headed for Siesta Key to kayak. Today was the first sunny warm day in ages, so we wanted to get on the water. We encountered two problems that really stopped us in our tracks. Everybody wanted to be on the water, so there were no parking places at the Siesta Key put-in spot. Not a big deal – we just headed off to find another spot. As soon as we got out of the truck, the wind hit us. While we were looking for a spot to park and unload the boats, big dark clouds had rolled in and the wind had picked up. It was no longer a nice day. If we had had skirts and dry-shirts (high-tech waterproof/windproof shirts), I think we would have tried it. But, it just wasn’t fun or safe in shorts and t-shirts.
Instead of kayaking, we drove around the area, researching viable spots for future trips. The spots along salt water are pretty easy to find, but good ones in brackish or fresh water are a bit more challenging. We have to find places where we can park legally, carry the boats only a short distance, and where Kelly won’t see an alligator. Not much luck with this either, but we had a nice drive in the rain.
We stayed at the house that evening. We played FarmVille with all our other home-body “neighbors”, watched Dick Clark do a great job in New York City, and were glad that, this year, we didn’t have to protect any animals from loud noises.