Good times

Lorie flew back to Philly yesterday. We had a good time. We hit the beach every day, including one day with Joyce. That day we went to the seafood shanty in New Smyrna Beach I really like. Blackened grouper for me! Also on that day there were 3 or 4 TV crews on the beach. I figured something was up and sure enough, later we found out that in the morning a six-year-old boy got bit by a small shark while wading in EIGHTEEN inches of water. I knew there was a reason I don't like to venture out into the ocean. The little boy is okay, by the way.

You can't see them very well in this picture, but the purple flag means "Dangerous Marine Life" and I suppose they would rather state that than "SHARK!! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!" The yellow flag indicates that there is a medium risk of rip currents. Lorie is far more adventurous than I and took a dip in the warm waters anyway. I do have a funny story....the first afternoon Lorie was here we drove to Daytona Beach just to walk and look at the ocean for an hour or so. I had an old quilt in my car (forgot to bring the chairs) and I was lying down and she was sitting talking to me. All of a sudden she's yelling "Susan, Susan!" I'm like, "What is it?" and at that moment this big wave swept underneath the quilt. The quilt was soaked, as were we. We decided that was probably a good time to leave, so we dragged the quilt across the sand to the car. The quilt weighed approximately 500 pounds. It was funny. A vision popped into my head of the scene from "Here to Eternity." Except that we're certainly not a couple and we definitely weren't embracing! LOL