Wish You Were Here

Oh. I forgot. This was how I spent my Labor Day weekend: cleaning pools in Florida. And somehow I was not whisked away by the 5 storms that kept passin' me by, as they were purely en route to New Orleans & Texas oil rigs. But we were certainly glued to the TV for hourly updates, just to make sure the holiday was not ruined. And it was not, thank my lucky stars. And here I was, more afraid to see this Redneck Riveria live up to it's Confederate flag-waving reputation, over the threat of a "little" storm. But I think I may have escaped that *scary* part completely. Sort of.

Although, the porch windows were boarded up the day we left the beach house. It still stands, still being re-modelled from the last big storm a few years ago. Hopefully I get to see it again, sooner than later. Redneck sightings aside, it was dubbed the Shangrila: a perfect little pink 195os beach house with mint green shudders, the front porch still elevated on it's white stilts. And a heart shaped pool. It stood out in the rows of condos. She was special reminder of Florida's glory days, for sure.

Thanks to the Smyth & Co. Family Beach House for my week by the sea, surrounded by sharks, sea slugs, sea turtles, pelicans, blue stone crabs, and 2 large dogs, to boot.

Photo by Slim Aarons, I mean, C. Smyth.