Thumper and I looked up the ten day weather report after waking to another torrential rain storm. Looks like temperatures will not reach the 80s while we are visiting Florida. I was so looking forward to being HOT, wearing nothing but my bikini and flip flops. Instead, I am in a sweater all day, especially when I am indoors. I wonder what is the point of being in the tropics if every establishment is airconditioned. I should have brought my long underwear.
Kids Golf Lesson:
On the positive side, the air is twenty degrees warmer than in Colorado. We are having a lot of fun regardless of the weather scoping out our new stomping grounds and finding all of our peeps. Since we are on a golf course I thought the boys should have a quick lesson on putting but was met with great resistance until they met Rocco, the golf pro. They loved his dry sense of humor and his teasing and when he asked them if they were ready for him to woop them on the golf course they were forever his faithful servants following him everywhere. I am always so grateful when people who love children save the day. It doesn’t take much.
We had breakfast in the common room in the morning and the waitress spilled Thumper’s decaf coffee all over him. Axel reminded us of a restaurant experience in Nantucket where each kid accidentally spilled his drink and than the waitress dumped three Shirley Temples into Baddy’s lap. She was new on the job and broke down in tears, repeating the words Oh My G-d with her hands over her face even though Baddy did his best to tame her by telling her that all was fine despite his very wet, red crotch and the rest of us did our best to console her by telling her how no matter what she did wrong it could never match our dysfunctional mishaps.
Time Slows Down With Grandma:
In the afternoon while Axel and Thumper practiced driving the golf cart with Grandma, Hootie-Hoo got naked in the warm outdoors while I cut his hair. He is into a rhyming phase telling me with a huge proud smile that butt rhymes with hut and poo rhymes with goo. I told him that potty talk rhymes with naughty talk and nipped that in the bud. After sitting for too long he broke away from me and danced naked jumping amongst the palm trees. I soaked in his delicious four year old solid naked body as he played for hours in the partly cloudy sun. I love the way life slows down when you travel, especially when the weather is not cooperating.
Losing the Car Keys:
Later, Grandma had to get a rental car to replace her broken down car and we drove it to see the movie, Coraline. A fantastic 3D Tim Burton film which left us in a daze from all of the imagery. In a fog we searched for our rental car in the parking lot. I took great offense when Thumper commented on the similarities between?Grandma Nicky and me.?When we finally did find the car things took a turn for the worse. I had lost more than just the car, I had also lost the keys.
We ran back to the theater and made a scene asking two rows of seated senior citizens to stand so that we could search for the keys. I searched between their legs while Thumper held the flashlight. Compassionate comments flew, as well as plenty of advice. Honey, you are in a horrible situation. Did you check your bag? Oh dear, its getting late. The poor children. Embarrassed by the scene, Feisty-One ran off to Grandma who was waiting outside.
The news got worse. The next program in the theater was “Madame Butterfly, a three hour production. Our choice was either to wait until 11:00pm to continue to look for the keys or hope for better luck elsewhere. I felt badly for the boys as they witnessed their mother and grandmother in pitiful action running about backtracking our steps and I wondered if they were doomed as our offspring. Fortunately, I did finally find the keys lying on a table that we had sat at prior to the film.
That night Thumper and I walked home arm in arm from dinner in the rain listening to the crickets and talking about the wonders of travel. We gratefully acknowledged how fortunate we were to have my mothers boyfriend allow us to stay in his home while we are here.
It is difficult to think that this could be our last trip for a while and I am trying to appreciate every moment of it not withstanding the irritating moments when the children are racing around noisily out of control. As we walked and talked I made a secret wish that when I have grandchildren they too will be able to enjoy the wonders of the world with me, their grandmother, on our beautiful planet.