Saturday, November 30, 2019

A Post Thanksgiving Post


It is an odd day as I sit only 200 yards from a white sandy beach and a tropical ocean. The beach has been re-created by man and is soft and mushy. It is surrouned by concrete cubes of architecture that block the sun by 2:00 in the afternoon.  Like migrating birds this sends all the beached whales that had flopped on towels around the pool inside to other activities. All around are people having too much fun. Lots of curvy skin (those large cheeks of tanned cellulite are really distracting) and their shiny gold bracelets demand respect as their bleached locks with streaks of carnival red are intriguing. The music is loud, the children are hyped, the drinks flow freely and I am feeling lost on an alien planet bracing my feet in the event that there  is a black hole sucking up ahead.



At least a third of the partcipants at sun and surf are well- toned runners with  phones  strapped  to  their arms and  water bottles  in hand as they gazelle along the beachwalk and weave past the rare homeless  man whose bicycle is piled with stuff.

The last of the group are elders like us who trod and plod from one gift shop to one restaurant and finally back to our beach chairs with some beach  drink in hand and a good book tucked under our arms.

I am here with grands who never leave the pool except to visit the hot tub or run in the surf and then back to the pool.  I exchange less than three words with them during the day, because when they return to the bedroom they focus on small screens snapchatting with friends back home.  Snapchat is  a  frightening way to communicate, I am thinking, but I am old, what the hell do I know?



We go with hubby to visit the home he left over a half century ago and oddly enough the house next door had younger (now old  and retired) neighbors that remember him from past visits! We talk about the history of  the neighborhood and are surprised  that while people have  passed and new people moved in,  it has not changed much  in culture or  architecture. 

Later in the afternoon we all tried to find the  gravesites of the great grands wandering  over the cemetary reading plot after  plot,  but with the cemetary offices closed on  TG day we will  have to do ask them directly another day.

Our meal on the holiday is an extensve buffet of TG favorites at some famous chef's restaurant,  and although it is expensive,  it is  really delicious.  No leftovers to take  home, though.

The crazy week comes to an end tonight and we drive back north and visit friends in Central Florida for a few days while the kids all fly home.  Then by mid-week we return to the land of  wintry storms and cozy fires. 

11 comments:

  1. I got it that it that the food was good. Not sure if you had much fun otherwise. Spending time with grands nowadays means just being in the vicinity if they occasionally notice you, I guess.

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  2. It makes me wonder what their memories will be made of.

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  3. I am sure that you had many good moments with family and in nice weather, but on the whole I don't think I like this place.

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  4. The beach sounds lovely. I smiled reading your observations. Seniors have time to absorb the surroundings and muse. I don’t remember doing it much as a young woman.

    Time with the grandkids is special. However I don’t look forward to the time when ours are at the tech age in the not too distant future.

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  5. You are wonderful. Thank you.

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  6. I'm glad my grands were little before it all became ubiquitous. they lived next door and would come over for art and craft projects. sounds like a typical beach visit.

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  7. The world has sure changed sine I was a kid. Glad you got to see them in any event. 😍

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  8. I am not a tropics person, but it can be pretty. We're back in AZ and it's not that warm lol. I have snapchat because at the farm, texting doesn't work (no cell coverage). I don't use either much.

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  10. Sounds like a lovely holiday! I'm all-for changing things up and warmth and sun sounds very nice to me! Andrea

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