Not the best picture but you get the gist. Note FOUR dogs |
We watched episodes of Ally McBeal, played Skip-Bo & I made our most favorite drink - Limoncello. (water, sugar, zest of 5 lemons & grain alcohol-YUM) Sadly, Laurel had to leave on Saturday night but, before she drove off into the sunset, she wanted to kick up her heels & hear some live music. We got (sorta) dressed up & headed to Ramrod Key & Looe Key Tiki bar for dinner, live music & dancing.
I am SO blessed to have good friends
Kathryn, me, Laurel @ Looe Key Tiki bar
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Two shirts, this huge outer shirt, 2 pair of socks, jeans, hat & scarf |
Another great picture by Jay |
Because there were small craft warnings, the pump-out boat is not permitted to service the boats. We traveled 8 miles out into the ocean (3 miles past the reef) to dump our holding tanks...I fished but didn't catch.
One day, the pups were barking, more than usual, while looking down into the water. There were hundreds of baby Portuguese Man O' Wars floating from the ocean towards the Gulf. (Niles Channel, about 10 miles long, connects the Gulf with the Atlantic)
See their tentacles curled up inside? |
When adults, they look like this - deadly tentacles (copied from the web)
From Wikipedia: The Portuguese man o' war lives at the surface of the ocean. The gas-filled bladder, or pneumatophore, remains at the surface, while the remainder is submerged. Since the Portuguese man o' war has no means of propulsion, it is moved by a combination of winds, currents, and tides. Although it is most commonly found in the open ocean in tropical and subtropical regions, it has been found as far north as the Bay of Fundy and the Hebrides.
Strong winds may drive them into bays or onto beaches. Often the finding of a single Portuguese man o' war results in the finding of many others in the vicinity. They must be treated with caution, and the discovery of a man o' war washed up on a beach may lead to the closure of the whole beach.
An adult - beautiful but beware |
Several years ago, I was bottom fishing & didn't notice a Man O' War near-by. I also didn't notice that he wrapped his tentacles around my line that was in the water. He then slowly worked the tentacles all the way up to the reel & my hand. The pain was horrible. It's a wonder I didn't drop my pole in the ocean. YIKES!!! Stay away.
We've been watching the Osprey's build their nest on the stacks on the paddle boat...they're very busy & very smart.
The dreaded dentist appointment. Many people, especially in my age bracket, have a noteworthy & extreme fear of the dentist...I'm no different. Let's think back to when we were kids - OMG! Let's not.
Those who know me are aware of my funky, upper front tooth that always stuck out while the two middle, upper teeth leaned in a bit.
Circa- 2011 - I got worse after this |
I begged for & got gas which made me very mellow. (but I already had a vodka & OJ before I got there) I kept making gestures to Paula to turn up the gas..."It's as high as it goes" she said. I felt around with my tongue after the grinding - OMG - it felt like something in a sci-fi movie. YUK! There was no way I would look at them in the mirror. The temps were inserted & now I see a stranger in the mirror.
Since these are boring times, I'll tell you a tale about Wayne. Back story: We don't wear shoes on the boat & sometimes, no clothes...but I digress. We don't wear shoes when we visit on LARGO either. So, Wayne caught a dinghy ride to shore with Karen & Jay & they drove to Key West. Wayne forgot his shoes! I don't know how he walked to the car parked in the empty lot next to the cottage which is loaded with sand-spurs ? They parked in town & Wayne walked those dirty, icky streets to buy a pair of Birkenstock sandals. His feet were so filthy he had to borrow socks to try on the sandals.
Another homeless, shoeless Mangrove dweller wandering the streets of Key West