another day

What a difference a day can make. We finally got a day off. C’s uncle ‘babysat’ his (C’s) mother on
Thursday. We motored on the water taxi
2 ½ hrs. down the intercoastal to South

Beach. Unbelievable homes!! Hotels!! And of course, more humanity than you want to
imagine. The captain narrated the trip, whose
house, whose boat, great fun. We headed
up to the Lincoln Ave Mall area. It’s a
people watching heaven. We found a great
place to sit under umbrellas on the mall and ordered lunch. I’m quite sure that I had the best, by far,
calamari that I’ve ever eaten, followed by a shared crème brulee. And, we watched the world go by… no one
dresses (costumes themselves) like that, unless they are out to be
watched. Fun stuff. Then we headed over to Ocean
  Dr. for our walk touring the beautifully restored Art
Deco hotels, etc. Weather threatened all
day, storms were predicted. It all held
off until we were on the boat, and halfway home. Even the lightning over the water was a
treat. It was topsy turvy back on the
home front. Mom’s purse was missing, she
had left it somewhere, and so was the wallet. We dealt that card for a while; locating it finally at uncle’s house
behind a sofa… it’s always something, this terrible trip into Alzheimer’s.

I’m hoping for a local version of the water trip today. This time with C’s Mom. Who knows what adventure may fall… I’m ready, already, for another knitting
night with new friends. Where will you
guys be this next??