Sunday funday!

How is it that I can successfully (and ridiculously) stay awake and lucid until midnight and beyond in the cold dark depths of a Maine winter, and yet 9pm rolls around here in Florida and I feel like anyone standing in the way of my bed was put there to torture me for some previous wrong doing? When the fun starts early, it comes to a near-comatose halt early as well, I suppose.

Today the Valentine mom/dad fairies brought new mini stuffies and candy for breakfast (or something like that), and then we headed into the marina for their complimentary brunch before walking to the farmers’ market in town.

A quiet Valentine giraffe moment on the foredeck.
A quiet Valentine giraffe moment on the foredeck.

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Since we were stuffed from brunch we came out empty-handed, but only just barely, as Lily was working her magic with the woman at the SPCA table and her crate of kittens. She left the table saying “Next year I’m bringing money- they were only $14!” as if her lack of cash was the only hindrance to sharing our tiny 34 feet with another living creature.

After another round at the playground (which is growing on us parents, oddly enough), we headed back in time to catch an offer to not only play in a friend’s pool, but to be picked up to do so, since we are now car-less nomads.

Once again we got to play while Andy worked, and as I watched the girls swim the day away, he successfully fixed our generator and got it started. (Only to find that it offers our system a warned-against reverse polarity, but alas, details details..)image

Apparently mermaids like to flop from pool to hot tub every now and again.
Apparently mermaids like to flop from pool to hot tub every now and again.

The afternoon stretched into later afternoon, which stretched into our two families going to dinner, and our kids now having sleepovers at their place. It’s really odd to be here without them, and even the dinghy ride out we felt like we forgot something ashore. Meanwhile, I’m 100% sure that they haven’t given us a second thought, so all is ultimately well. It’s amazing to me that we lived within a mile of this family for years on the island, and yet are getting to know each other for the first time down here. Evidence yet again that life is always wackadoo, and almost always in the best way.

I’ll leave you with this guy, who popped up under our feet today and looked like he was waiting for a beer:image

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