Monday, January 26, 2015

All My Bags Are Packed

Here I sit at the airport. Waiting.

Lucky for me, I'm not heading to the northeast,
where a wicked winter storm is looming.

Air travel used to be so much more fun;
Is that because I was young and liked the sense of adventure, and didn't mind the hassles, or has it really become that much more onerous?

I'm heading home for a few days to see dad and help his wife with some chores. So my packing was pretty easy: laptop, power cords, purse and jacket. 

 Mr. Dreamy tells me I'm lucky, and may not even need that jacket. The weather in Florida is supposed to be colder than that at home. The day I fly back to Florida, Colorado will get back to more typical winter temperatures, and Florida will be turning warmer. Good timing on my part!

Monday, January 5, 2015

Gypsy Jabbers: Booties - Bleech!

That Dreaming lady wanted to put these things on my feet. 
You're dreaming, right?

 She calls them boots. She says they will protect me from the sand spurs at the campground where we are staying. 
What do you mean, you want to put one more on?!
I'm not exactly happy, ya know!

She says that I'll be more comfortable. They feel strange. They make funny sounds when I walk. The other dogs are gonna laugh at me.

But, you know what? They work! Well, almost all of the time. I picked up a few of the stickers. I could feel them through the boot. But, they weren't as annoying as when I didn't have the silly boots on my feet. Maybe that Dreaming lady wasn't dreaming after all! Maybe the other dogs are gonna wish they had boots, too! 

PS by Dreaming: 
We have stayed at this campground a number of times. The sand spurs are particularly bad here. I haven't figured it out yet, but sweet little Gypsy gets more than Tucker. She is a sticker magnet. Being the princess that she is, the moment she gets a sticker in her foot, she stops, holds her paw up and gives me the most pitiful look! I can't say that I blame her - they hurt me when I try to take them out. The night before we left to pick up the motorhome I ran down to the sewing machine and crafted four booties out of some vinyl and elastic I had hanging around. I added some Velcro once I got to the campground to make them easier to put on and take off. I think I may have hit upon a solution to Gypsy's "sticker shock"!

Sunday, January 4, 2015

St. Augustine

After our cross-country travels we landed near St. Augustine, FL.  We had actually arrived in Florida a few days before our reservations began at our usual campground north of Jacksonville, so we hunkered down near the oldest continuously occupied settlement and port in the US, St. Augustine. We Dreamers took a stroll through the town, enjoying some of the narrow streets, tabby walls and old homes. As we used to live about three hours away, we had visited in the past and had toured the main attractions, including the Lightner Museum, Hotel Alcazar, Castillo de San Marcos, and of course, the alligator farm and Ripley's Believe it or Not. Strolling through town was just about all we were up to, having to acclimate our western bodies, accustomed to almost single digit temps and humidity to 70 degree temperatures with humidity higher than that. Wanna see a few things that I enjoyed?

Looks like a postcard, right?
This is the Ponce de Leon Hotel, now part of Flagler College.

An interesting old home wanting restoration. 

A hand hewn hinge on a window shutter.

Who's holding up,who?

Loved the gates and windows.

Another nifty gate.

Loved the old road, worn and sunken by time.
I was also intrigued by the condensation on the cooler bricks from the humid air.

A peek into the past.

Eating lunch at the bottom of the pool at the Alcazar historic hotel.

The best part of our visit to St. Augustine was enjoying dinner with my cousin and her husband. They live nearby and our new way of life provides us with the opportunity to connect face to face.