Five days in Cape Coral. Ate well, got some sun, got some color, got some exercise. Alternating nights drinking. Cape Coral has canals, from above it looks like the PacMan game, so walking was a maze. I tried to do the blood sugar walk after each meal, and was 3 out of 5 days doing it. Enough walking to get a tan. I was supposed to lose weight and instead I gained it like a fat fat fatty.
(My kidney doctor scolded me for gaining 7 lbs in three weeks. I was like; the holidays. He said, you are like a starship with only one damaged warp nacelle running. You can't afford any extra mass. You are too tubby of a rocketship. Lose those pounds. That got through my geek skull)
The weather was perfect, the area hideously overdeveloped, businesses cheek to jowl. Still nothing to the auto and diesel smokes tempered in frozen airs of the great Northern cities, Great Lakes Sector. Each inhale of gulf air was a sinus rinse. Wonderful.
I enjoyed it. And that surprised me how unenjoyable my life has been lately. Not from depression or events, just a general fog of suck.
We went to the beach. The beach was foggy and people freaked. It is always foggy in the winter. The Gulf water was 65F, Lake Michigan in June? temp. Warm air, cold water = fog. The fog burned off. Most people stuck to the shore, but my grand niece from Kansas was determined to get in the ocean. We waded out in the sand shallows. Finally about 20 yards out, we got some big breaking waves. I turn around and almost every kid from the beach is behind me.
Oh, I realize, I am an adult. I am the adult. The water is safe, with the adult present.
Better still, I'm Grandpa Weed, so we are going to have a fun time. I throw my great niece into the waves, then I have to throw everyone. The kids cavorted in the surf like seals. They played like otters.
Finally I say OK kids we are going in, followed by an Aww and I said Nope In You Go. We waded ashore. It was cool. I led a tribe for a liitle bit. And, you know, my motto:
Safer with me, than anywhere in the universe.
Glad you got some sun and good of you to play with the kids but I'm surprised you didn't have a bunch of freaking out parents on the shore or calling their kids in. You being a strange male and all in our current culture of anyone who looks at a child is a pedo.
ReplyDeleteI think the Not A Pedo t-shirt helped
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