Just before I rolled over this a.m.,the sun was caressing my face. Now, where is it? Gone, and it might remain hidden the rest of the week. A lady I spoke with at The Club yesterday said it was going to be stormy all week, which she is sad about, as her son is getting married in St. Augustine this weekend. Rats! I know the couple whose son is getting married from my Eagle Harbor days and usually see them at special events only at The Club. Gail and I had a serving of cotton candy together just as the man was getting ready to haul the machine off. In my humble opinion, the cotton candy machine, snow cone machine and ice cream sundae bar should have stayed in place until after the kids’ water games were over. Surely they would be ready for a special treat after working so hard to win their ribbons.
Tonight I will sleep on freshly washed sheets, always allows for a good night’s rest. Last night I had tough time falling asleep, likely because I did not have enough exercise in the pool. That’s my story and I am sticking to it! The water was chilly and it seems I can stay warmer by keeping my upper body out of the water while moving my legs but sometimes I stopped peddling and only stood while visiting. This evenings’ rest will be welcome, for sure!
When I got out to the pool, Gigi was situated at a table nearer to The Palace, and told me Frank, her hubby, stayed home that day to putter in the garage or something. His loss! Marlena had told our group on Thursday that she would reserve a table for us, since some of the older folks did not like to come to pool events when they cannot find a place to sit. ‘Our’ table had a reserved sign on it, plus she taped one on that said VIP. Gigi did not like that very well, wondering why she was not a VIP and who was, until I told her it was my table! After a certain point, I had Mary Lew remove the VIP sign, (we don’t want any trouble, right?) and invited others to sit around this table. Maggie O. came out for the sun and fun and lunch, which we enjoyed at The Club instead of from the cabana. The buffet was quite nice, and only a few dollars more than the cabana food would cost. I did not even have an adult beverage yesterday!!
As I got situated in the pool with my Diet Coke in a can cozy, Maggie remarked that she was thinking about me that morning, thinking about how much I enjoy my Diet Coke, and how that made her happy. Now, isn’t that nice? I love that!
When I look out my window, I see about a hundred love bugs flying around wwaayy up here. What is up with that? Once in awhile the bugs land on the window but do not stay very long. I would expect that birds would be in search of this good eatin’ but none have been swooping or anything, as far as I can see. The car wash places will so happy to see the squished love bugs on the front of cars…good for business!
During the children’s games yesterday, I brought a few folks from the pool, some regulars, to see my home. The ‘man’ in the group, Zach, was telling about being Italian and bragging about how clean he keeps his home. (Seinfeld episode: “He’s thin, he’s neat, he’s single…Not that there’s anything wrong with that….”) Zach is not thin, but he is a hairdresser! For real! None of us wanted to sit down there and hear that relentless whistle for the games so I gave free tours. They were blown away by the views and the glass pieces, and were most complimentary of my taste. Marsha told me that it is so homey, and this is a high, high compliment to me. No one can believe the amazing views, front and back, and I hate it that it is taken for granted by me sometimes.
Last week, when Lynn was here yet, Zach came up to me in the pool and told me once more how much he loves my hair. He did suggest that I make all my bangs blonde and not just the one section, “not anything too out there…” he said. I explained that I did not make my hair blonde, that God added the silver and the blonde, not me. Zach was astonished, thinking I was quite clever adding a touch of non-color to my hair. Yesterday he was exclaiming that I was the prettiest woman in The Palace, which Gigi fussed about, because she did not hear him say “The Palace”. She is his client, after all! It just was not her day yesterday! Of course, I declared that Pat is the prettiest woman in my building, a former Miss Orange Park and all that, but I appreciated the attempt to flatter.
Well, my desk is getting loaded down with paperwork and I am making zero progress in plowing through it. Part of my project is to put together a report to present regarding the Worship Conference but I keep tap dancing around it, much to the chagrin of my downstairs neighbors! Gave up clogging for tap shoes!
