We just spent the weekend with my oldest friend Carole Marinello Bryant and her husband Sumner in Palm Coast, Florida. Carole and I met at age 3 in pre-K dance class. We still argue about whether our most memorable dance step was hop-brush-down or hop-step-shuffle-step. And we never see each other without singing "I'm a Little Teapot" complete with the motions. If you've never seen us do it, drop me a line and if there are enough requests, we'll make a short video and send it to you. It's up to you if you want to put it on You Tube and spread this treasure around the world.
Our most recent performance was last night on the street in St. Augustine for her two cousins Cami and Stephanie. They were enchanted by our vocal and terpsichorian skill, but were too shy to ask for an encore. Your loss, girls.
Yesterday was my first day apart from my husband in all these months. We four women took ourselves to the spa and had facials, pedicure, massage and later, dinner. It was a fun day, and I'll daresay John enjoyed his day alone too.
Today we head home, our collision expert having assured us that our parts will be ready for installation by the time we get there. I am sorry that our Florida excursion has been cut short, because we have many family and friends here that we really wanted to see. But we'll be back after the holidays to annoy all you transplants, hopefully with a whole and beautiful motor coach. If we haven't wrapped it around a tree by then.
So goodbye Flagler Beach, goodbye roar of the ocean, goodbye blue skies and goodbye t-shirts and sandals. We're hauling out the sweaters and boots, jeans and jackets, and heading back to the equally wonderful sight of fall, friends and family at home. Goodbye Florida. See you in the Spring.
Betty
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