Beach notes

Sarasota, Florida - Lido Key

We just came back from a leisurely dinner at Cafe Baci - a fabulous Italian Restaurant where they make their own pasta and the red sauce is the best I've ever tasted. The veal Parmigiana was excellent and I could barely finish the cheese cake with macadamia nuts and coconut. My wife could not finish her eggplant P. We has a delightful dinner and the bill was around $55. Not bad. Kind of makes you want to spend more time in places where you can have an excellent dining experience but not feel that you got rooked. A glass of nice red wine would have enhanced the meal, but we have resigned ourselves to sticking out the non drinking thing for another 6 months.

The rental car has one of those Magellan GPS navigation systems, which has been a great thing to have. Yesterday we drove up to St. Petersburg to visit a friend who had recently moved down here from Boston. The GPS got us to her parking lot without a hitch. Goodbye Mapquest hello GPS.

The weather has been great. Everyday has been sunny and warm. It is a bit chilly during our early morning beach stroll, so we are forced to wear our sweatshirts - at least on the way out. On the way back the warming sun invites us to shed a layer. By the time we emerge from late breakfast, it feels hot in a tee shirt. I slather myself with sp30 and sit on the balcony to read. An afternoon breeze kicks up, ruffling the ocean and bringing a nice cooling relief from the baking 74 degree sun.

After the afternoon nap, we emerge to forage for dinner. So far we have found willing purveyors of victuals and potable liquids, which they are willing to exchange for a piece of plastic.

We have been keeping up with the important news (eg, the Anna Nicole Smith story - another example how 24 hour news coverage can contain almost zero factual information.) We watch the weather forecast hoping to hear of a blizzard back home so we can enjoy our balmy slothfulness just a smidgen more.

OK I know, this blog is supposed to be about work issues... so here is my Zen observation of the day. As we walked the beach this morning, I noticed that there were impressions made by people who had also walked along the shore this morning.
It reminded me of the workplace. Where the marks that people make, last about as long as the next wave, or at best the next change of tide. All the time we spend, thinking our work is important - and maybe it is, for a moment, then, splash.