We took advantage of 80 degree weather to do some boating today. RC and I floated around a bit, then met Brad and Auburn at the Pelican Grill. Once again, there were no pelicans, but there was a duck.
Earlier in the morning, we left the bow cover on and shut the door that blocks the bow from the main part of the boat. That made it perfectly comfortable with temperatures in the 60s. After lunch, it was still kinda cool for the kids riding in the bow once you added a 50 mph wind chill:
Gracie seemed to really enjoy herself. She’s an honest to goodness boat dawg.
Since Brian and Peggy have abandoned their annual Halloween bash, RC stepped in to fill the void. It was a cool night, so we had a fire down in the natural area and borrowed a heater for the patio. The weather turned out perfect! I wish we had taken more pictures, though.
Rhonda found this old cooler on one of her dumpster-diving trips. It has a drain plug on the bottom (Duh! Why don’t all big coolers have that?) and a bottle-opener on the side. This morning, all the ice is still in there. The only melting came from the first bag that cooled it down.
The totem of warmth was a big hit. I wish I had some to sell. I may have an Tupperware-style party for Lowe’s and sell these suckers (assuming Rhonda will put them together).
Me: How do you turn off the flash for night photos?
RC: It’s easy….just move this doo-dad to here…
We looked like pyromaniacs, but no one got burned.
We only got good pics of these 4 folks.
As usual, all the photos (such as they were) were uploaded to Flickr.
Rhonda took these photos from the window of our room. That’s Deer Island that’s within swimming distance of Biloxi. A few weeks ago, we launched our boat just to the east of our room at the public launch next to the Hard Rock Casino. We think the area behind the water is a no wake zone, but the dude in the photo below doesn’t think so.
I really liked the Beau Rivage, although I would prefer a bed & breakfast out in the country somewhere…
We went down to the Beau Rivage with Skipper and Beth to see Jackson Browne in concert. Dude is 60 years old! One thing about it…there are no bad seats in that place.
Beth was the youngest person there who’s idea it was to attend the concert. She would have been the absolute youngest, no caveats, except for some folks who brought their grandchildren.
The other day, I was leaving the parking garage and heading up State Street. I glanced down at the odometer and noted 21,414 miles on my car. I thought, “How long am I going to have to drive this car?”
Flashback: I remember leaving the parking garage and heading up State Street in my BMW. I remember thinking, “How long can I drive this car before I have to give it up?”.
p.s. I still occasionally try to downshift when taking the Gluckstadt exit.
After only 17 days, Rhonda harvested my salad and ate it up like it was Hansel and Gretel. In her infinite cruelty, she made me eat it too!
I hope that the next generation is ready by Halloween.
Beth got her acceptance letter for nursing school!! We never had any doubts…
Rhonda wants to scarf down my salad, but I’m not ready to pick it yet. It’s only been a week…
