Don't you think it was mostly an organizational and transitional week, asks E? Haircuts (we love Julie and Deena at the oh-so-downscale Headstart), meeting a new dentist (she's kinda scary), enduring a new mammogram facility (very efficient), working on taxes (the last year as a rental biz: hoorah!), accumulating supplies for the little kitchen garden (damn, forgot the gravel), playing Wii Sports (trying not to throw our backs out on the tennis court), keeping tabs on the Australian Open (go Serena! go Rafa!), and organizing a mahjongg game amongst the locals (next Wednesday with Susan, Marcia, Jeanie & Joyce)--that's what we've been up to. During Tai Chi class, Henry made two commercial announcements: 1) that Ed, "with my blessing" is opening a dojo on his apparently very cool property in Point Washington, and 2) that Henry himself is on the verge of opening his own restaurant, but in order not to jinx the deal, he was coy about the details. Stay tuned.
Saturday we fired up the GPS receiver and headed to Panama City, for our stock of bagels was zilch. In addition to our usual bingo/bagel routine, we decided to try our hand again at finding a geocache (thus the GPS). As is de rigeur with this piece of equipment, the most direct route is not always on the tip of the guiding tongue, with the result that we made a lovely scenic detour along St. Andrew bay, and in doing so, passed this historic marker. Reading about that marker led us to read about this one. And thus we know two things about Florida that we didn't know before.
Miraculously, we found the micro-cache. Or S did. E says that all she found was a slew of used condoms. S marvels that as she wandered the none-too-scenic-or-romantic parking lot holding the GPS receiver like a Geiger counter, at least 4 orbiting satellites were trained on the machine. Or vice versa. Regardless, pretty cool. E won a bingo and this morning we ate salt bagels for breakfast, so a good trip all around.
Saturday we fired up the GPS receiver and headed to Panama City, for our stock of bagels was zilch. In addition to our usual bingo/bagel routine, we decided to try our hand again at finding a geocache (thus the GPS). As is de rigeur with this piece of equipment, the most direct route is not always on the tip of the guiding tongue, with the result that we made a lovely scenic detour along St. Andrew bay, and in doing so, passed this historic marker. Reading about that marker led us to read about this one. And thus we know two things about Florida that we didn't know before.
Miraculously, we found the micro-cache. Or S did. E says that all she found was a slew of used condoms. S marvels that as she wandered the none-too-scenic-or-romantic parking lot holding the GPS receiver like a Geiger counter, at least 4 orbiting satellites were trained on the machine. Or vice versa. Regardless, pretty cool. E won a bingo and this morning we ate salt bagels for breakfast, so a good trip all around.
Cache--rhymes with . . .
1 comment:
Very cool history markers! And fun activities all around. (Well, maybe not the mammograms....)
This geocache business seems ... shady to me. What are you two up to???
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