Relative Something

It’s a bit comical to me, witnessing the incredible number of people on sojourns to sunny climes this time of year. Most obvious are the family units. It starts with the family groups navigating the airport and flights. Parents and kids everywhere. Our destination, in Florida, revealed right away the similarities to our situation, as one car after another appeared to be a grandparent picking up families. The gated community we are visiting is all about seniors and golf and their families coming to visit.

Cyndie’s dad shared a funny tale of someone with a dog on a leash walking into their house the other day, shouting, “Mom! Mom!” He got up to check on them and the person exclaimed, “Oops, I must have the wrong house!” They’d only missed by one house, as he recognized the name they were looking for was the next door neighbor.

It wasn’t too hot here yesterday, but we did get some sun as clouds broke up before we attended a movie at the theater in the late afternoon. Today and the rest of the week are forecast to be warmer and warmer with lots of sun. I will be faced with the challenge of controlling the burn. We have a plan of trying out a tour on Segways later this morning. I’ve never been on one before, and I’d love to capture some photos of the adventure, but I think I’ll be hanging on for dear life. That, and trying to control my laughter watching Cyndie and her parents master balancing the vehicles. Sounds like just the kind of excitement for out-of-towners on vacation.

I successfully avoided peeking at work email until midnight last night. Only one message from the property management with an update on the NCAA basketball tournament pool. Maybe by tomorrow I’ll be able to go the whole day without thinking about work.