Florida

Air travel. I don’t really care for it much. I’m not terrified, but I’m not at ease. I’m tall to boot, making the entire experience a little uncomfortable. I also don’t sit still. This is a problem when on a plane.

We took off to the airport at 5AM and hit the air at 6:16. I had a little vodka to make the trip tolerable, I won’t deny. Music on and in the air the flight to DFW was over. Now we had 3 hours to burn. Without booze, might I add. It was Sunday and they don’t serve in the great state of Texas early. New experience, airport without booze. Good thing I brought my own. Side note, planes are not built with tall people in mind. I was folded up like a f***ing card table. We never actually had any turbulence. . It was great to be in the clouds again.

Connie arrived Wednesday. A great addition to the pack. Honestly, I relate to her and was happy she was along for this ride. First born children and all. We all need this break. I hope the birthday present treated her well. With the kids running around it can get a little crazy. You have to step aside occasionally. Watch the pelicans fly by for a moment.

Bekah and I didn’t get as much time together as we would have liked. It is vacation but we really need one on our own. Yes, family is great and I love everyone involved, but we need some serious alone time. I couldn’t get enough of her. Is that selfish? We made an excuse to go in town and hang out. We were able to escape and walk the beach. We even managed to go for a nice cold swim. Truthfully the thing I wished we could have done the most was stay in bed together. Nothing erotic, just lay together. It seemed that wasn’t in the cards. It’s something that can be done at the house and I plan on doing so. Why vacation opened my eyes to such a simple pleasure. I guess the getting away part.

The Gator Farm. Place I’ve been soooo many times. This last go I originally didn’t care to attend. The reason I did was for the kids. The excitement in their eyes was enough. And it was pretty cool the 5th time. The vultures. The f***ing stork. More terrifying than the gators. Bucket of rats… not for kids.

Friday was Bekah and my cooking day. Middle brother came in for the assist. It’s fun and chaotic. Bekah had the shakes. The kids and commotion were killing. Powered through it.

Found a mouth of shark teeth. One of my favorite things to do is look for shark teeth. Once you find one it’s like the eyes just home in on them. It’s weird. I have an eye for them. Coming home with a collection. You would be shocked how much they cost in the tourist traps.

I sprinkled my father to sea. I snuck away. I cried. I said my fair wells. It was much needed. It was my own private service. Just him and I. I wished he was with me. We would have had fun.

I wrote about waiting last week. Well, when the wait is over it’s over. It’s amazing how quickly a good time goes by. Florida came and went in a blink of an eye. One moment I was boarding in Texas for departure, the next I was packing to go home.

It was a nice time. We had a nice time.

Song of the Week: “Florida” by Modest Mouse

Jalapeño.

TGIF crap omelet.

Brawts with red cabbage & spaetzle.

Seared tuna and oysters. Boogers.

Chocolate and biscuits.

Spaghetti and meatballs.

Hot chicken salad and asparagus.

Fried green tomatoes and fish tacos.

Huevos rancheros with some steak and rice. Bekah was the leader here. I did the steak and all the prep. My middle brother came in with the egg assist.