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No longer on the river and, again, an empty nester. Back to living on Fleming Island and making some more friends!

Saturday, July 9, 2011

The time is my own

As the kids and I enjoyed a lovely breakfast at Grumpy’s, we were comparing notes. At least the girls and I were, as Denver is silent for the most part. What I did find out was that he would like to pursue a career in the medical field somehow, after he graduates from high school. He has two more years to go before he faces those decisions. But the girls and I talked about life and what makes it go, over ketchup and hash browns. It all makes perfect sense to me---now!

Grumpy’s served up delicious breakfasts for them and a wonderful patty melt for me, as it was about 11:30 or so when we arrived there. They had a fairly late night, getting home from Universal Studios around midnight or so. It seems they might still be feeling the effects of the time change which I know for a fact messes up sleep patterns. Sydney reported that she had not had that much sleep all summer long, so she must have really needed it. Plus she is getting over a cold that she brought with her which might either help or hinder the sleep process. It was in our plans to sleep late in the day, and even I rolled to catch a few more winks before waking for the second time, around 9:00.

After breakfast, I took them up to church, arriving right at the appointed hour. Others were already there and the rest, pulling in. Robbie was there, practicing for tomorrow so I introduced him to Nicole, who also will be helping with the music, in order for them to work together on the VBS stuff. The rest of the gang was getting busy in the fellowship hall with markers and a giant plastic sheet with cartoon figures on it. Yes, they were going to color!

Michael is making a shrimp boil for their dinner to which I am invited but since I do not eat shrimp, well, it was not worth my while to venture back over there. I asked if there was leftover potatoes and corn that I might have some of that, so a doggy bag may find its way home with my charges. If not, no problem, I have half a patty melt and some fries to enjoy!

Last night I had a funny thing happen: at about 6:30 or so, my phone rang, showing a number I did not recognize. Since it was local, I thought it might be a call I should take. It was Mary Lew, the low-talker, calling me from The Club. She was wondering if there was Happy Hour going on, after she told me she had been at the cabana and it was locked up. Hmmm….that’s a fairly good sign. No one around and the doors are locked. It has always been a ‘weather permitting’ schedule at the cabana, even for dinner.

I asked her if there was anyone at The Club she could ask and ML said, “Well, I asked a few people but they didn’t know, so that’s why I called you!” Of course, if the staff doesn’t know, call Kim! Other than a wedding going on, with hideous decorations, according to ML (who used to do that for a living and now does for holidays and special occasions at The Club), there was no other activity going on. She said she should have called first, since she drove over in the rain….from the Riverside area. Poor Mary Lew! I feel badly for her and wonder how many others showed up to be disappointed. Guess not everyone has Danny’s number so they can text message him and find out if it’s a go or not…..