
So, we all hit our fav pool. There are five here. (Did I mention this is like Bali Hai? I keep singing this song and annoying everyone.) There were only two other families at the pool all day. We ordered pop and ice teas and listened to live music by our very own Jimmy Buffet-ish guitar/singer guy. ("Hi. My name is Andy and I'm here to entertain you.") Sooz & I spied a frozen Mango Pina Colada drink making its way (via waitress) to someone else at "our" pool and decided we'd order one later in the week. (Too much effort exerted on any one vacation day is a sin.) In fact, sitting here in this luxury feels sinful. "Dahhhlink, could you please pass the suntan lotion?" But, it really was/is wonderful. Thanks, Grammy. I read all day (another luxury) and

Big storm moved late this afternoon. After it passed, we headed south, stopping to dine at a little hole-on-a-pier kitschy restaurant not-so-originally named, "The Pier." The view was great. The food just okay (seafood for all). The prices, high. The waitress, a touch surly. The boys wandered out to walk the pier, only to find out you had to pay to walk it. They started to look in the tiny fishing shop--but met with more surliness. The friendliest guy was the wooden sea captain near the door. One younger waitress told us someone had caught a 4-foot shark about 10 minutes earlier. We listened as she expanded the shark's length each time she told the sto

We then visited Daytona--stopping at Maui Nix. Fun place for the boys. They each bought a hat. I wished I was a tiny teenage girl again when I saw all the cute, hip beach tops, skirts, purses, shorts, etc. they carried. But, I took note (mentally) of some of the cute fabric combos & general designs--and will come up with some creative ways to recreate them soon--for Past Perfect chicks. Fun day.