We did not see any sharks during our Florida getaway, except maybe some of the patrons at the Gulfstream race track in Hollywood. No Alligators, no killer whales.
The closest brush with danger was from homo sapiens. While sunsnoozing on the sand, one well-meaning tourist grabbed my leg and started to drag me back into the surf. When I protested he, apologized "Sorry, I thought you were a beached...you know... manatee."
Ok that is an old joke, but I (and some of my fellow beach goers) may possess a strong resemblence to large pale sea mammels.
Now, we are back in the teeth of winter. Going outside is like having a refrigerater gnawing your ears off.
We are back to our pre-vacation retirement mode: We get up late, have breakfast, read the papers, then we go out on errands or meet friends for lunch, come home for nap, watch the TV news, have dinner, watch a favorite program or a Netflix Movie, go to bed.
I know it must sound hard, stressful, and crazy-busy to you Gen-Xers out there, but we love it.
March looms just around the corner. How shall we remember it? Lion or lamb?
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