In the year 2017, I was fully retired but my younger wife was still working. I had the advantage of accompanying her on many business trips primarily to LA, Seattle, Chicago, and NY while enjoying the free accommodations provided by her company. While she was out making calls, I would go for a run, visit a museum, have lunch with a friend, or go to a ballpark or historical landmark. As of three years ago, we both were retired and then Covid struck so this kind of business travel would have likely been limited to Zoom conferences. The two-week getaway that we’re currently taking, is probably the longest either of us have been away from home at any time in our lives. We will do the same thing in August, September, and December if all goes as planned. In retrospect, we were essentially homeless during the long drive from Portland to Florida when we settled into our new place a year ago. 

Tally was with us on that long drive, but will be left behind several more time during the rest of our travels this year. It’s not our choice but dogs are simply not welcome! This is also the longest stretch we’ve ever been away from her, so I hope she recognizes us when we pick her up at Schnauzerville next week. I’m sure she’d be disappointed if she knew that the next two trips will be close to a month in length each, followed by two weeks in Hawaii. She’ll be left behind, but hopefully her schnauzer buddies will keep her happy. I’m grateful that all this travel has prevented my wife from getting another puppy, something she’s had her eye on for some time now. We had to pass on the three recent litters that produced eighteen tiny, black bundles of fur. Her favorite was the one with a small patch of white.

Next year, will be equally “busy” with travel to Phoenix, Tucson, Egypt, Tahoe, and the East coast to Maine. Maybe we can put off the extra pup for another year, but when travel time has run its course, then puppy time will take its place. Perhaps, no lengthy trips will take place in our distant future with more time to enjoy our resort community. Plus, money will certainly be a factor. We’ve spent a lot of our once aggressive travel budget on projects at home. Tally is probably happy that trips that we once had planned to Bali, St. Kitts, Russia, and China may never take place. Tahoe, Kauai, and Egypt adventures have been rescheduled. Puppies and Travels -who knows what will happen?

Over the past few days here on Singer Island, I’ve continued to log our Marriott and Marriott Vacation Club journeys over the past twenty-three years. I’ve consulted reservation histories, personal notes, poems, and my daily journal for clues as to Marriott owned hotel/resorts stays all these years. An Excel sheet now lists them by date and occasion. We even collected more reward points by sitting in on a sales presentation this morning, electing to not invest any additional dollars in this program going forward.

The “early” meeting disrupted my routine of running and writing, as has been the case with our first week here. Once again, I only managed the minimum mile for the third time this week and missed another blog entry. I guess there actually is such thing as a vacation in retirement, especially if you define it as a complete modification of daily habits – like Thursday’s change in our normal sunbathing schedule to accommodate the weather forecast. Routine-less days make the hands on the clock even harder to track.

Yesterday, we went to the grocery store for the second time since our arrival, in anticipation of company this weekend. We also have free Showtime, so we’re catching up on the Billions series. Rain is once again in the forecast but it’s surprisingly sunny by the pool as I write these words. No, wait now it’s suddenly cloudy! A storm sent us packing early yesterday, but stopped just before we walked down the block for ice cream – just another twist in the normal routine.

Yesterday, we lunched with our Ft, Wayne friends that we affectionately call “Neighbors,” even though we’ve technically never been. I once lived within running distance of their house but since then have settled in Indianapolis, Zionsville, Decatur, IL., Austin, TX., Portland, OR., and now Venice, FL. In this case, they were being snowbirds in Sebastian, FL. while we were staying at a Marriott condo on Singer Island. We got together near the half-way point, Jensen Beach at Conchy Joe’s, a restaurant/bar on the Intracoastal Waterway. I picked the spot randomly on the map, knowing little about the destination. It was quite eclectic with a thatched roof, open air seating, and giant overhead fans. We hogged a table for several hours playing catch-up and then moved to the parking lot for another hour or two. Back in the day, we used to joke about being “Garage People,” since at most parties we always seemed to hang out in the garage. Most likely, it was where our hosts preferred us to be with a house full of people. A couple of chairs in the dirt parking lot was our comfort zone, as we continued to share memories. 

We had planned to go to a movie on the way back but we ended up staying too long and headed straight “home.” My wife also wanted to stop for fresh seafood at an off-road stand. We loaded up the Yeti cooler and were on our way when I had a sudden dizzy spell behind the wheel. It came and went, so I sought a place to park and recover. I’m still not sure of the cause but it gave me a slight headache, an uneasy feeling, and made me even more unsteady on my feet. When we got back to the condo, I gingerly sat on the couch to watch the final episode of Inventing Anna and the movie Project Adam. When I woke up this morning, I still did not feel well and shortened my run to a mile. 

I had forgotten part of my medication, so this might have been part of the problem. I also both ran and walked on the beach the last few days, so dehydration may have been an issue. The last time this happened was several years ago when I got dizzy during my morning run and ended up in the Emergency Room (See Post #808). They could not determine the cause for this disturbing episode either. I’ll take it easy today, as is typically the norm in retirement, and hopefully I won’t continue to feel dizzy.

Another windy day at the beach today, enough in fact to literally stop me in my tracks during this morning’s 5k run. At least, I didn’t sleep late, completed the full distance, and was finished by 9a. Tonight, we meet my wife’s friends for dinner in Jupiter Beach, but the rest of the day remains unplanned. If it’s anything like yesterday, the sheltered pool chairs will all be taken since no one will brave the windy beach. It’s definitely still Spring Break considering the crowd and their youthfulness. 

Back in 2012, I was in Austin working for American Cities Business Journals and earning my second Eagle Award for sales excellence and my Distinguished Toastmaster medallion for public speaking. We traveled to New York City and San Antonio to receive these honors. However, I soon began to experience some throat problems that was diagnosed as a wart on my vocal cords. It interfered with my abilities to speak or even network, so my business skills and confidence began to wane. Laser surgery would give me temporary relief but the problem persisted in the long run. My wife continued her television career with LIN Television that evolved into Nexstar and Meredith Broadcasting. Change was inevitable. 

It’s now a decade later with moves to Portland and Venice, Florida now behind us. Twenty-one years of marriage, six years of retirement, and a year in our new house have led us to this Marriott resort on Singer Island for two weeks to recharge our batteries. Watching the waves crash on the beach is our chief form of entertainment. Puzzles, books, and Netflix are the extent of our activities until the wind finally dies down. It doesn’t get any better than this -Relax and enjoy life!

I am enjoying our view of the Atlantic Ocean from our 6th floor condo. It’s been a welcome change of scenery even though just a few hundred miles from home. I can monitor what’s going on at my house thanks to the Ring cameras. A neighbor is watering our plants, deliveries have been made, and my son is staying the night without his kids to make use of the pool. Everybody needs a change from the routine.

We ventured outside only twice yesterday, considering the windy conditions. First, we stocked up on groceries and then later took an Uber to The Breakers Hotel. Plans were for dinner at Flagler’s Steakhouse but we found that it was separate from the hotel and not as desirable as the Seafood Bar. We sat side-by-side on a comfy love seat with a view of the turbulent waves crashing against the rocks. My wife enjoyed lobster, while I had filet mignon, and we gobbled down the Parker House rolls. A chocolate brownie with ice cream topped off the evening with an edible “Happy Anniversary.” We also got some time to walk through the hotel to view the hand-painted murals on the ceilings and fresh flower creations. It was the perfect place to celebrate twenty-one years. 

This morning I was totally out of sorts, having slept an hour-and-a-half longer than normal. In retirement, I’m certainly not on a time schedule, but my routine is typically like clockwork – awake at seven, walk the dog, exercise, 5k run, and write – all concluded by 9:30a. There was no Tally to wake me up and the black-out blinds hid the sunrise. I shortened my run to a little over a mile to make up for lost time, feeling guilty for oversleeping. “Does anybody really know what time it is?” I only had two martinis the night before, in defense. However, I didn’t sleep better -only longer – with too many annoying bathroom visits. I hope to visit the pool and get some sun after completing this daily post, while continuing to read A Woman of No Importance: The Untold Story of an American Spy who helped win World War II by Sonia Purnell. We’re eating homemade ham salad sandwiches the rest of this week and next to help make up for the $300 dinner bill. All for just a change of scenery!

We have arrived on Singer Island to celebrate our 21st anniversary. It was just about a three-and-a-half hour drive, marred only by a Diet Coke incident. We had just stopped at a McDonald’s, as is customary during travel, and switched drivers after a pee & purchase. My full Diet Coke was sitting in the cup holder as I made a mad dash onto the highway. It tipped over and landed in the passenger seat, soaking my wife’s dress in icy stickiness. Fortunately, she had a change of clothes in the trunk. I of course thought I might never hear the end of it, but after a brief outburst it was quickly forgotten.

We checked into the Marriott Vacation Club with minimal hassle and quickly settled into our room following a brief stop a the Marketplace for chocolate and chips, more necessary travel staples. They did not have our traditional chocolate-covered strawberries. I would have gotten another Diet Coke for the morning but sadly Marriott only serves Pepsi, their biggest flaw. We checked out the resort that includes several pools, Tiki bars, a playground, miniature golf, tennis, pickle ball, ping pong, billiards, and Cornhole. We also took a brief walk on the beach despite the gusty Atlantic winds. Our suite includes a full kitchen, washer/dryer, walk-out beachfront patio, two TVs, jacuzzi tub, and huge master bedroom. We will have a guest for one night and will make use of the sleeper sofa.

I did my run this morning in familiar surroundings. The half-way point was just about where we stayed last August in the second Marriott Vacation Club on this island. It was more of a high rise, while this one consists of seven separate buildings, each about 7-stories high with parking underneath. The amenities are similar, which is what we like about these Marriott properties. They think of everything so their are no surprises, but most importantly my wife is never disappointed. For us, it’s like a second home and Mother Marriott always takes care of us. We will be at more than a dozen other Marriott hotels over the next year including Panama City, Tuscaloosa, Nashville, Tampa, Kauai, Cleveland, Canton, Asheville, Hilton Head, and Phoenix. 

Tonight, we’ll take an Uber over to Palm Beach for an anniversary dinner at The Breakers. I was at this exclusive resort for a convention years ago and can recall its elegance. It was founded in 1896 by Henry Flagler, and the steakhouse that bears his name is our choice to officially celebrate twenty-one years. Last night was the actual date but we settled for pot pie and Netflix. I read the poem and my wife soon fell asleep on the couch after a sleepless night, cross-Florida drive, and unexpected Diet Coke douche. The Breakers will host the Johnstons this evening as it has U.S. Presidents and European nobility along with famous names like Rockefeller, Vanderbilt, Astor, Carnegie. and Morgan. Breakers or Bust!