Perfection

On Monday, November 30, this world famous blogging couple journeyed down the turnpike to celebrate over 50 years of joyful togetherness, 46 of those years legally sanctioned. We arrived at Gaylord Palms, a huge resort all decked out for the holiday season and our arrival. The hotel is built around a huge tropical atrium.

This is an out of order picture but finds us waiting for breakfast the next morning.

There were rivers and ponds and this area had smallish alligators and larger turtles. Another area had beautiful large koi.

The seasonal flowers were perfect.

Over in the adjoining convention center is the ICE show. A massive collection of ice sculptures. Pardon the blur of the picture....this is at the entrance where we don the warm parkas and gloves to protect us from the NINE DEGREES inside.

Everything inside was made of ice, some clear, some colored and all lit with beautiful lighting and appropriate music.

A frequent admonishment.

I liked this little fisherman and his dog.

There was a full sized carousel. The ice was carved by Chinese artists and zillions of pounds of ice. It just glowed. This is an annual event and each year is different. I just wonder how they melt them and where does the water go.

And there were 4 ice slides of different heights and lengths.

The final sculpture was a huge nativity scene but my camera just didn't capture it well.

And then there was this sign at the end with handy dispensers.

We lasted a grand total of 15 minutes in the frigidness. It was COLD. At the end, we were greeted by the ubiquitous gift shop and tickets for hot chocolate.

Why don't you all come down and we'll take you to this beautiful place.

I'm sorry Michael....

I have a camera full of pictures of our lovely overnight stay in Orlando. But I can't download them for some unknown reason so you'll have to imagine lovely strolls thru colorful lush plantings and Christmas decorations. A 15 min visit to a stunning hall full of ice sculptures....and 15 min because it was 9 DEGREES in there. It was a fabulous anniversary celebration and pictures will be posted when I can get them into the computer.

And because of the above situation (the pictures, not the anniversary) and numerous other annoyances with this computer, I am waiting for FED EX to bring me a brand new MacPro laptop. But please, please don't tell Michael that his mother has defected to the dark side. Once I discovered the iPod and then the iPHONE, I just couldn't go on anymore unless I had the ultimate toy. I hope he understands.

11-30-1963 to 11-30-09

A day to celebrate 46 wonderful amazing years.....actually over 50+ years if you add in the years of togetherness. It's been a beautiful ride and there is more to explore. Stay tuned.

Preparations

When last we visited, we had a big hole in the back yard. Yesterday, in the rain, the cement showed up. It had been dry most of the morning and I even got 7 holes of golf in before the deluge. The concrete is blown on the sides and floor. Apparently, it sets quite quickly and doesn't just run down the sides as I expected.

I'm sure it would be messy on a sunny day but these guys were soaked and up to their ankles in concrete.

It took them about 3 hours to get it all formed and by that time the rain was too heavy to even take a picture outside so I tried one thru the screen.

Meanwhile, inside, preparations were ramping up for Thanksgiving. We are having 6 in for dinner. Good neighbors and Aunt Romayne. Weather is cooling off after the rain and I feel bad for all those grandkids arriving and hoping for sunny, warm days. Since the Village pools are all heated, and it will be in the high 60's, I'm sure the northern kids won't mind.
Yes, this is a rare picture of the male species polishing silver....... We wish you a wonderful day, surrounded by good friends and family.

In the Beginning

The past couple of days have been a beehive of activity in back of the house. It is exciting to know that in about 6 weeks , we will have a large addition to our yard. We have pondered various changes after we realized that we had space just burning a hole in our imaginations. Space is at a premium, both inside and out, and maximizing it's usefulness is always a challenge down here. Since we live on the golf course, we don't need an actual back yard full of grass and plantings. But we would like more space on the screened lanai. So, putting pen to paper and tape measure to yard, we figured out what might fit. After a lengthy process of meeting with the builder, we settled on a plan and it all passed the very stringent Architectural Review.
And then we waited and waited for our turn on the construction schedule. The economy may have tanked in most parts of the US but down here, there is building and buying and selling and changing and growing. It is quite remarkable.
So this is what the first week's work looks like.

Stay tuned....................................

Join us on our morning walk

It dawned a beautiful morning. Perfect for a scheduled walk with

Sonja. We usually walk about 45 min to an hour around our end of TV but we decided to make more of an adventure of it, with rewards at the end for our efforts. We met at the corner of Inner Circle and Inner Circle (because we live on a circle !!) at 7:30. Sonja always wears shorts and a teeshirt, never a jacket or pants. I , on the otherhand, come prepared for the chilly 60+ degree morning with a sweater. But I promptly sweat it off.

We pass the golf course behind our house, still dewy from the night's sprinklers. If you can hit straight off the tee, you don't have to deal with these daunting moguls.

We come to a "hill", Florida style. And view the sea of roofs.
But there are other things to notice along the way. This is an old black cemetery, here long before TV was even a thought. Fortunately, it has been preserved and maintained. It sits in the middle of a Village and most people have no idea what is behind the hedges.

There are flowers everywhere and it seems strange to see petunias in full bloom this time of year. The coleus have about seen their peak but I love the masses of color.

Getting nearer the town center, we need to cross the main road via one of the many tunnels.

The next 2 pictures off of my phone are out of sequence but for what ever reason, I can't move them . Anyhow, one of the many APPS on my iPhone (have I mentioned what I think of this amazing device ?? ) is called Run Keeper. It keeps track of your movements , whether walking, riding , driving, swimming etc by GPS. It then gives out a summary and a map of your trip. I use the free APP and it has some serious limitations but I'm not ready to pay for the better version.

We started at the green pin and ended at the red.

This was our destination. Lake Sumter Landing is built to resemble an early- century Key West type village.

And this was our" final destination", to quote the redundant announcement by flight attendants.

Breakfast outside at The Veranda. I forgot to take a picture of this 'healthy' meal before I dove in.

And, I don't care if it is mid-November, it's still too early for Christmas trees.
And then we wandered over to do some window shopping at the new bathing suit/tropical wear shop and found it to be open. It had some lovely things and I became fond of a bright "Jams" brand shirt. I glanced at the price (sans glasses ) and thought it a bargain at $35. When the clerk suggested that I pay $101 instead, I decided it wasn't to my liking after all. And reminded myself that 95 looks like 35 without glasses and that I should bring them when shopping.

We did not walk back home. Another hour hike back might have necessitated more eating.

Results of living in a Republican stronghold.....

Yup, she's back.......In her up and coming bus tour to promote the book and whatever else, the Palin forces have decided that 76,000 old people just can't wait to welcome her back. She arrives sometime around the end of the month at the local Barnes and Noble. When last she was here, via helicopter, dropping into the Town Square on a Hot and Humid afternoon, the local rag reported that 60000 cheering loyals were on hand. There is NO WAY that even 1/3 that number could have fit in the square. Plus it was so hot and so crowded and the wait was hours and no chairs and no umbrellas were allowed and those on the Right were dropping like flies. I hope they have a better plan this time.....at least it will be cooler.

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The Moving Roadblock literally lived up to its name this week when we brought it to the house for a thorough cleaning. It took up half the road and the first night we had the flashers on so that someone coming home from the Square and a bit of libation wouldn't plaster themselves and their golf cart against the end of it. And now it's shiny and clean and waiting for our next foray ..... thinking of a few days near a beach.




The back is better thank you and today was a trip to the dentist. We found a lovely office , staffed by 12 women , including the two dentists. Just seems to make for a calming environment for those of us with anxiety issues in that area.

My final medical update.....

Not that I'm planning any imminent departure but I'm just tired of PAIN and I"m sure you don't find my latest complaining to be so readable either. Since we last talked, I have been unable to walk WITHOUT PAIN, or sit WITHOUT PAIN, or lay down WITHOUT PAIN, or draw WITHOUT PAIN, or shower WITHOUT PAIN. About the only thing I have done is study this required book for my class. But the title is misleading in my instance. It's a pretty good book and if any of you have an issue with perspective in your art, check it out. After a looooooong night of misery, while Paul slept soundly I might add......the least a fine husband could do is be miserable too....but then he has done his share. I finally gave in and payed a visit to the local Urgent Care Ctr. There are several in TV (The Villages) but this one is close and staffed entirely by physicians. And as my luck would have it, the young Dr on duty was an MD and a CHIROPRACTOR. How fortuitous was that !!! After X-Rays and such, he said it was my sacroilliac joint that was out of whack. After two injections (a steroid and a strong non narcotic anti inflammatory) and prescriptions for more drugs including VICODIN, I was out the door feeling a bit more mobile.

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I am truly grateful for modern medicine and DRUGS...... So this is the last of blogs about my state of health.....I promise.

We're thinking positively about Lizzie today who is in a major twirling competition , wearing a stunning outfit of lace and appliqued flowers and 1500 hand applied Swarosvsky crystals , all fashioned by her talented mother. Pictures of course when I get them...............................

Temporarily out of order......

This is just exactly how I feel, except the lightning bolt is in my lower back. I am putting out a distress call for drugs of any kind. I have never had an issue with back pain except once and I always prided myself on using good body mechanics as a nurse, thereby missing the scourge of most nurses that I know.


But, sitting on a low stool, turning a wrench for hours and being in an awkward position when working on the RV, apparently did me in. It came on slowly and was probably aggravated by two long vigorous walks that Sonja and I did . Since yesterday, I have been laid low, using Motrin (mostly ineffective) and wishing it were Morphine. I'm assuming I can slowly heal thru the weekend and be up and running (a figure of speech only) by Monday.

Weather is lovely , in the 70's, light breezes, no humidity and the golf course is waiting. Had to cancel my usual Friday foresome.
And now, I'm going to try and sit in a chair and do some drawing.
Addendum a few hours later: . . .can't sit, can't lay, barely walk....the heating pad is my friend. I feel my years plus 30.

Home at last....

When I last left you, I was expressing confidence that the issue with the slides would be taken care of, we would enjoy a couple days of relaxation at the nearby beach and we would arrive home rested and refreshed......................HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
For two days, the great minds of the male gender discussed, pondered, paced, mumbled.......and I worried and whined and figured out that the great beast was severely wounded and would have to stay in the campground without us. One of the slides did go in manually as it was supposed to, the other woudn't budge. Various owners of these behemoths stopped by to express their opinion and shake their heads, happy it was not their problem. But, not to be outwitted, Paul used that amazing analytical brain and came up with an idea and IT WORKED. For about 3 hours, we manually turned wrenches on either end of the slide and inch by inch, it crept in and locked. We hurried up and departed before anything else decided to go haywire. We still had a 6 hour ride to get safely home.

At a rest stop, we parked next to this .....it looked so appealing and simple.........and SMALL. A large dog, a tall guy and a woman apparently fit in it.

So we have been home for 3 days, the weather is cool, the schedule has been busy and the Moving Roadblock is in storage where it can sit for awhile and get its act together. Paul has ordered a piece to fix the offending part and those long 7 days of dodging weather, wind, darkness and tractor trailers are over for now.