Good Morning, Pompano Beach!

It seems as if the weather can't decide on clouds or sun so we're getting lots of both since I've been here. I wish for the power to send some rain home but I don't think that's going to happen in this lifetime. 

In the meantime, it makes for real beautiful morning gazing. 

The boaters are out early on the Intercoastal

That little green space

Walking to the other end of the street, the beach and ocean are busy too.

Lots of fishermen out this morning

I'm catching rays

And birds

City life. A tractor cleaning the beach.
A guy surf casting. A lot of condos. A great pier.
Not our kind of beach, but I do like seeing people fishing!

Morning glory

There is a lot of craziness in the world and trying to keep up and do a bit of good means needing a sanctuary for the mind and spirit. Where ever it is for you, find it and dose yourself regularly. It's free, no druggist necessary. 

Have a tackle and taped tight Thursday. Do something touristy (in the good way).

Go to Work!

That is probably the first thing I'll say to my brother after saying good morning. Go! Go! I need a recovery during my recovery day! Yesterday turned out to be an old pals reunion, catching up with friends from 25 + years ago. Even with couch timeouts in between, after sharing catch up stories, most good, some not so much - hey, a lot can happen over decades - I was ready see the end of the day and reacquaint myself with my latest best friend, Mr. Ice Pack. 

Life is excellent. One of the joys of being older is having old friends to share the memories with. All of those memories include walking uphill both ways to school in subzero weather. In Florida. Only old friends remember that, even if they grew up some other place.

My one big regret is not getting photos of Tony and Patty, but sometimes the time you are having is bigger than photos. That's all good but later on, it's 'damn it!'

Waiting for Tony, Patty and Jonny, what else is there to do?
With over 2500 types of palms, I only knew one of these is a coconut palm.
Now I know one is pinnate and one is palmate.

Trivia factoid for the day from the Mother Nature Network (there's 9 more of 'em in you click on the link): Palm trees have two different types of leaves: palmate and pinnate. Palmate leaves, like hands, grow in a bunch at the end of a stem. Pinnate leaves are like feathers, growing all along either side of a stem. 

Now you know.

We had literally walked in the door from brunch as Tony and Patty headed back westerly, when Bob showed up. He and Jonny went to one of their old haunts, the Tiki Bar (where we'd just had brunch). I gave it a pass. We'd get together later. 

It got so much later that I walked down to the bar, where they were coming out the door. That didn't last long. Walking a block and a half all that way can work up a thirst! insisted She Who Must Be Hydrated.

You know those friends you haven't seen for decades and it feels like only yesterday? Like that, it was. Just add in some grey hair and wrinkles...er, me, not him, sheesh! Maybe pacemakers keep you alive young?

This is not an old friend, this is a just met her in the bar friend.
I do know her name is Maria and she designs kitchens.
Instant ingredients for conversation. Um, for me and her.
I don't know what this conversation is about.

When we finally did leave, the parking lot was filled with Boxsters and  other cars like this Lotus. Across the street a bank had been torn down to make way for the condo being built (figure that one out). I'm not getting that Republican 'the economy isn't working' vibe around here. Maybe it's the beachside Tiki Bar being that good. Nah.

The neighbor was in a Sunday mood and invited us all in for happy hour. Or we invited ourselves in for happier hour. Not sure how that went. Then Bob was gone, I was couched, Jonny was saying good night and another Sunday Funday was in the history books.

I see naps in my future and I just woke up. 

Have a mind your madness manners Monday. Do someth zzzzzzzzz.

Simple Sunday ~ Pompano Beach

Sharing shore and sea

Turtles, humans, seaweed too

Who should be penned up?