There was still some tension and some heavy hearts concerned with Dad's failing heart and body. And yet we found the connection that let us cry and argue, laugh and love. Thursday night the mermaids dipped their toes in the waters. Friday morning we toasted each other with champaign and raspberry liqueur. Then we made a quick trip into Pensacola and Joe Patti's Seafood Emporium. It is a shopping experience. A must if you are in the area.
We had three condos and each condo took a turn preparing and serving the night meal.
Thursday and Friday nights we watched movies - Mama Mia (- we sang and danced) and we watched Bridesmaid and hooted!
Aunt P* brought a game. I think the name of it was "Things". We played it and laughed our rear ends off! Really. There are nine rear ends hanging out at Perdido Beach that used to belong to us. We played Mexican Train dominoes, too. Several times.
We supported the local economy and bought a few lottery tickets. Yes we won. $15.
We spent a happy few hours laughing with and at the people at the Florabama. We laughed at ourselves most of all. We thought it was hilarious that the hostess encouraged us to come back Saturday night because there was going to be a good comedian. Only she said it was 'adult humor' and we knew Aunt Amanda couldn't abide that. But what was even funnier was that there were going to be farm animals and midgets in the show. That was crazy funny to us. We should have gone back. Missed opportunity.
I promised not to post any risque snaps. I think these few are safe -
A morning toast to the Sistah weekend.
One for the road...to Joe Patti's.
Way deep down south we play this game.....we call it Mexican Train!
First timers at the Florabama.
Self portrait at the Florabama.
Fiesta night.
I am home. I was able to see Dad on the way to and from on my trip. No real change. Maybe slightly more pale. The saga of the caregivers is going to be a constant, I'm afraid. We had one in place that Mom and everyone was so pleased with. She was a good worker and had a good happy spirit about her. Then she didn't show up on the day we were to leave for Florida. There was some confusion but then one of the other workers filled in. The one we liked is off the job. I am afraid that there will be many turnovers in personnel. That will only add to Mom's confusion and intrude even further into Dad's privacy. He has always been such a private person.
There are clothes in the washing machine. I am thawing out some supper. Mr. Macho will be home in a little more than an hour. And here we are in the Lenten season. The season of the desert. A time for reflection and refocusing...I will have a hard time trading beach sands for desert sands.
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