We didn't have to get to Sanibel Island any sooner than 3 PM, the earliest we could check in at Deborah's dad's timeshare condo where we are spending this week, so we took our sweet time getting up. I pounded through a few more pages of my library book, "John Dies at the End," while Deborah showered and prettied herself. Honestly, I can't read continuously for as long as it takes for Deborah to pretty herself, so I eventually got up and shuffled into the kitchen of the fantastic Sarasota Florida house owned by Deborah's brother and sister-in-law Mark and Michelle.
"Should I guess what you need?" Michelle, sitting at the kitchen table, asked.
"Coffee?" I answered her question with a query.
"Yes, but you didn't let me guess," she said.
"I guessed what you were guessing," I countered.
"Was the coffee I made yesterday a good amount?" Michelle asked as she got up and started prepping the coffee maker.
Not wanting to express my opinion too bluntly that the only upper limit on coffee is the speed at which my body pees it back out, I said, "The strength was perfect, but maybe just a little more volume."
When Deborah was ready at last (like I said, there was no rush), we all went out for brunch at a place called First Watch. It was decent. I had a power juice with carrots, orange, and ginger in it, as well as a veggie fritatta. After we ate, Deborah and I bid her family members farewell and we hit the road for Sanibel Island, by way of the aforementioned Publix grocery store in Fort Meyers. On the hour or so long drive, we talked some more about the increasingly less hypothetical and more likely possibility of moving to Florida. I love it here, notwithstanding the surplus of rednecks and retirees, although Deborah's naturally curly hair does not. There are surprisingly few barriers to us making Wisconsin winters a permanent thing of the past. I have heard people say they could not live in the tropics because of the heat and the lack of seasons. I am not one of those people. I love the heat and eff all the seasons that aren't summer. I still think people who say they like the seasons are just rationalizing that they live in a place with sh!tty @ssed winters. Not me man!
After naturally boosting our vitamin D levels in the sun for a spell, we jumped into the hot tub. That was fine until some beeotchy lady from Iowa got in and started talking to us non-stop about dumb things best left unspoken. I saw a black hole starting to coalesce around her mouth hole and decided to exit the pool before I became trapped in a lost time conversational singularity I could not escape. Deborah soon followed. I don't think Hillary Clinton was a nasty woman, as Donald Trump said, but this lady in the hot tub fit my image of a nasty woman pretty well. We sat by the pool a little longer and then returned to the condo.
awesome Wisconsin band SUNSPOT) earlier and she told me Jack Frost is about to grab Wisconsin by the p*ssy, Trump style. I hope my chilly northern readers get their cockles warmed a little bit by reading my posts from balmy South Florida this week.
I cooked up a chicken stir fry in the condo for dinner, with Deborah's help. It turned out great. Deborah also cooked a couple tilapia filets, which were probably unnecessary, but I ate them anyway.
"Are you too tired for a night walk on the beach?" I asked Deborah after dinner.
"Yes," she replied.
"What about sitting on the balcony?"
"Yes," she replied.
The night was super quiet and clear. I opened up Google Sky Map on my phone to identify a couple of bright stars we could see through the mosquito screens of the balcony.
"That one on the horizon is Canopus," I told Deborah, as I googled the star. "It says here it's the second brightest star after Sirius, which is that other bright one higher up."
It was pretty cool that we could see the two brightest stars in the whole sky from the south facing balcony of the condo. On further consultation with the Giant Internet Brain, I learned that Canopus is a super giant star, considerably bigger and brighter than Sirius, but also a lot farther away from Earth. Sirius is only about eight and a half light years from our Sun and so it looks about twice as bright as Canopus.