8:00 am-ish: wake up
8:00 to 10:00: toast, coffee, book, net time
10:00 to 1:30: bike to beach, lie around, eat grapes, ride back
1:30 to 4:30: lunch, book, net time, nap
4:30 to 5:30-ish: tea and biscuits, think about what to have for dinner
5:30 to 6:30: cocktails on the favourite bench at the spectacular terraced garden park overlooking the water/mountains/treetops, talk to crows and hummingbirds
6:30 to 7:00: dinner
7:00 to 8:30: bike to other beach, sit on sea wall admiring crashing waves and stunning view
8:30 to 10:30: cocktails, TV, book, net time
10:30: shower and bed
Might mix it up a bit. Going to the mainland Saturday for a birthday party, staying in a luxe airport hotel, then home Sunday for another week of more of the above if this weather continues.
[This message edited by FaithFool at 4:35 PM, July 3rd (Wednesday)]
Enjoy every minute.
Divorced from and remarried to XBH
It's like Disney World, Bambis lurking in the bushes and everything....
Have a great time, if that's not too much pressure for ya!
Was late to the basking beach, it was chock full of peeps, so had to opt for basking spot #2, a rocky point where people have parked some wooden deck chairs and nobody steals them (!).
It's got a chilly breeze, which is nice for a change, and a great view. The selfie turned out a bit blurry (totally suck at taking those) but the rest are OK.
I'm pooped, had my two rides already today (had to go downtown for errands this morning).
Time for cocktails....
View from the blue chair:
Road to the basking spot:
This is the anti-grafitti paint on the utility boxes:
Me: FBS (no longer betrayed nor a spouse)-62
D-day: 2007 (two years before finding SI)
S: 6/2010; D: 3/2011
"I could have missed the pain, but I would have had to miss the dance." Garth Brooks
Enjoy the mountain!
Strong, milky and sweet, it's the bomb.
Beatles cover band on the lawn at the park this evening at cocktail hour.
[This message edited by FaithFool at 3:57 PM, July 4th (Thursday)]
And never grow a wishbone, daughter, where your backbone ought to be.
― Sarah McMane
Last night I had to haul the folding chair down to the park for the Beatles cover band.
Found a sunbeam, parked myself and enjoyed my after-dinner cocktail while the band played spot-on renditions of the old stuff.
The crowd was having a ball -- kids, dogs, seniors, everything from strollers to bikes to wheelchairs.
As they were wrapping up the set I wandered out toward the exit, and wound up standing beside a guy about my height wearing silver biking shoes... I know, odd, right?
So I do a sideways glance from under my hat and think "nobody told me George Clooney was in town for the 4th...".
Well I didn't get a look at him from the front, but from the side with the rays of the setting sun behind him it was kind of like one of the moments in the Simpsons when someone sees God.
I kept waiting for an SO to pop out of the woods on her way back from the washrooms, but no, he just kept standing there and the band was rocking "Sweet Caroline" at that point, and they were really nailing it, everyone was having a great time.
Then we both wandered toward the gate and I had a feeling he was going to say something, and I wasn't about to say something because I was still waiting for the SO to pop out of the woods and ruin the moment.
I should have said something like "nice shoes" so I could have gotten a look at him to see if the front was as Clooney as the side view.
Turns out he's starting a movie in a couple of weeks on the mainland and could well be popping up here.
I'm out of limeade......................
That is all.
[This message edited by FaithFool at 12:42 PM, July 5th (Friday)]
I'm mixing up some Limeaid right now...hang on....