SWFL Journal (September/October 2020)
It is T-O-A-S-T-Y in our part of the world. The Gulf of Mexico is one big hot tub. No relief there.
It’s the start of a holiday weekend that’s supposed to signal the end of summer. Ha! Not here in the land of the endless summer.
A good day to hang out poolside and maybe do a few laps between sips of my mango margarita.
Just you wait, Northerners. We will have our revenge come February when we are basking in 75 degrees and you are slogging through slush.
A dark shadow moving just offshore in the Gulf this afternoon. You could almost hear the Jaws theme music playing in the background. But guess what? It was a manatee—a big one, too. Such a gentle giant.
K invited me to Bonita to check out the pickleball action there. That’s a game that’s just not going away. Might as well join in the fun.
I have to admit that it WAS fun playing with those silly paddles and whiffle balls. And if you play with people who know what they are doing, it’s quite challenging. Just gotta remember to stay out of the “kitchen.”
The Gulf was churning away on my evening walk. Must be a storm brewing. I’ll be back tomorrow morning to check out the seashell bounty.
It was worth the early alarm bells for a sunrise surveillance of the beach. I found a few prizes, but mostly it was just plain beautiful.
A quick trip to Aldi for a pantry restock. I made it there in record time. Light traffic and the stoplights on Summerlin were timed perfectly. I love when that happens. And more good grocery news: Trader Joe’s is coming to Fort Myers.
It seems like a good movie night. I’m thinking of moving the TV out to the lanai and streaming in the fresh air.
We had a socially distant barbecue with D and B at our poolside taqueria. Pulled-pork tacos and fresh sangria made the evening a success.
Here’s a novel approach to beach transport: a guy on a bike pulling two kid carriers (sans kids) with a paddleboard balanced between them. That’s necessity being the mother of invention.
A few more birds hanging around “Ding” Darling Refuge this morning as I pedaled through. Maybe the northern migration has begun.
There’s definitely an uptick in human population, too. Those snowbirds are starting to flee the frost on the pumpkin.
I’m just betting that COVID-19 will be one of the scariest Halloween costumes this year.