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You get to your vacation spot — your beach vacation spot, and your host informs you there’s a red tide in that should clear out soon. Do you:
- Risk it in the hope that you are not allergic to that particular fish-killing algae,
- Limit your swimming to the pool behind the house, or
- Quit your whining because most people in the world will never get to see a beach.
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The trip down here went well. The in-laws’ Honda Odyssey, several years newer than ours, has every convenience I could imagine.
[photopress:DSC_7138_sm_blog.jpg,thumb,alignright]We started out with Ben and me in the two middle seats and Shannon in the one seat we left up in the back. Paw and Grammy drove and rode shotgun, respectively. We drove mostly two-lane highways to avoid Austin, a known traffic nightmare regardless of time or day.
[photopress:DSC_7137_sm_blog.jpg,thumb,alignleft]After our first stop, I switched spots with Shannon. The clothes hanging on an aluminum bar across the back left just enough room for me to sit comfortably. I slid one shirt across to decrease the screen glare on my laptop — which I had plugged into the 110 A/C outlet.
Ben, who had been playing with toys and making up narratives, was treated to an in-flight movie. Okay, two in-flight movies. He enjoyed the sound of his movies on the built-in DVD player through headphones, while the in-laws relaxed to the sound of jazz and classical stations on XM Radio. Besides that, he played with dinosaurs and sang songs with his mommy. It made me smile.
While I wasn’t catching up on the second season of “Battlestar Galactica,” that is. I’m only five episodes away from finishing, so I can start watching the third season with my buddy Alvis. I have them on my DVR at home, just waiting. This is good TV, regardless of genre, and is not a remake of the original. It definitely is not for kids, though, so if you watch, be discreet.
Nine of us (two were coming from a different area) stopped for a buffet lunch at Texas Cafe. It was the first time I’ve had chicken fried steak on the same plate with beef tips, and I must say a big dose of red meat for my chicken-eating self. I balanced it out with a green vegetable — fried okra.
[photopress:100_1516_sm_blog.jpg,thumb,alignleft]Ben finally fell asleep after running through his gamut of stay-awake strategies (nodding head vigorously while yelling, etc.), and was out for the last hour of the trip.
After about seven or so hours in the car, we walked in to have the property manager sit us down for a half-hour rundown on the rules. I knew we were in trouble when she plunked down a book thicker than most of my college texts. Along with that was a printed inventory of everything in the house — every lamp, light fixture, and dish. The paperback books are not in the inventory, she said, because we’re welcome to take them home with us.
I’ll keep that in mind if I want to re-read Michael Crichton’s Prey or dive into a Clive Cussler novel.
Mosquitoes the size of small birds drove everybody inside after sunset. Continuing the health-food trend started at the buffet, we had pizza the first night here, and then Krispy Kreme doughnuts for breakfast. We woke to hard rain and high 40’s, which gave way to high winds and 50’s.
While the women and Ben are at the store, I’m sitting here with the guys eating leftover pizza and watching bowling’s Japan Cup. Being a multi-tasker, I typed this post up to this point.
Now the rain has returned to join the wind for a mini-monsoon. It’s 56 degrees at about 4:30 p.m., and yesterday at this time it was 80. At times like these, I don’t like weather.com’s 10-day outlook. At least if we didn’t know, we could be optimistic.
Ben just said he wants to go home. We’re assuring him that he does not.
Yours truly with three of the family matriarchs on Saturday night.