I’ll guess I’ll be taking a retirement vacation this weekend – the only real change being a break from writing for a few days. It’s about a three-hour drive over to Singer Island and Riviera Beach where we’ll be spending the weekend under the care of Mother Marriott in a luxury condominium overlooking the Atlantic beaches.  It will certainly be a change in routine with no dog or home chores to deal with – just friends to meet and sunshine to absorb. I’m looking forward to the change of scenery, unless Tropical Depression Fred changes course and crashes the party. It’s the second storm we’ve had to contend with since moving to Florida. 

I sunk the chairs in the pool and removed potential flying objects from the lanai. Hopefully, it will not turn into a hurricane and lose intensity or better yet change course. All the preparations are a hassle but at least we installed high impact glass, so putting up shutters and plywood will not be necessary. Heavy rain is still likely, as seems to be the case most afternoons. Right now it’s the calm before the storm and should stay pleasant for our cross-Florida drive. We’ll have dinner tonight with my wife’s long lost Butler sorority sister and have another of her old friends stay in the second bedroom tomorrow night. My wife has done a great job of rekindling friendships since we’ve moved here. She’s also been good at finding new acquaintances through all her resort activities. 

As I pointed out in yesterday’s post, my wife views our new living arrangements as a camp. Some days she’s even the counselor, arranging field trips for me. I was forced to leave the air conditioned comfort of our home to go to Selby Gardens and Spanish Point yesterday afternoon. She’s recently initiated “Tourist Thursdays” that include lunch and a visit to a historical site. The homestead and gardens we went to dates back almost 4,500 years and was permanently settled in the 1800s along Little Sarasota Bay. It was beastly hot and humid as we wandered along dirt paths and through restored cottages. It reminded me of a camp and I couldn’t wait to get back in our air-conditioned car. We also had to wear masks for the first time in awhile. I could see why the South was so opposed to wearing them in this suffocating heat. 

My wife has another “tourist” plan for next Thursday, but I prefer to remain in the dark. At least she gets me out of the house where I spend too many hours in front of the TV. We were home in time for me to watch the Field of Dreams game where my White Sox knocked off the evil Yankees in the bottom of the 9th, despite a ferocious comeback. It made my day! Today, IU basketball starts up again with an untelevised exhibition game in The Bahamas. It also marks the day my wife’s mother would have turned 100, having passed three years ago. In two weeks I’ll turn 70 at a Santana concert, so this steamy month of August is filled with many memories and celebrations.