The condo

On Tuesday we left my aunt's place and headed back south, but not to go back home. Instead we went to my great-aunt's condo that she has on North Hutchinson Island in Ft. Pierce. Yesterday, my dad went back home to run a few errands (it's not that far from here), and he got me one of my guitars. I didn't bring any guitars for the trip because I thought I could go without them, but I was wrong.

Here's a typical day at the condo. We wake up relatively late, eat breakfast, go to the beach (across the street) and sometimes the pool, have lunch, and then do afternoon things. Afternoon activities may include going to the rec room, sleeping, and going back to the beach or pool. Then we eat dinner, watch TV, and go to sleep. I usually sprinkle some going on the computer and playing the guitar in there somewhere. Sometimes I use generous portions. But hey, it's vacation. I can do what I want.

Today the story has pretty much been the same. There was some rain and thunder this morning, so we were only at the beach for a few minutes. After lunch, my dad and I played pool while my sister and my mom played Scrabble. Later in the afternoon, we went back to the beach and then to the pool. That probably gives you a better idea of a typical day.

We return home on Sunday. Before that, though, we'll probably swing by Vero Beach and make our usual trip to Cravings on the corner of Ocean and Bougainvillea. (Funny... we always get ice cream there, and I consider it an ice cream place, but their site doesn't even mention ice cream.)

I started to hit a snag last night while using my dad's laptop. I couldn't get to MySpace, nor could I reach any sites hosted by NearlyFreeSpeech.NET, including this site. It didn't matter if I was using Firefox or Internet Explorer, so it had to be a problem with the computer or the connection. I was stumped. So was my dad, who can usually figure such things out. While I was effectively locked out of my site, my pre-written post was posted automatically and on schedule, so all was not lost. Anyway, today it finally occurred to me that I could use a web proxy to access my sites, so I found one, and now I'm here again.

You have to really, really like Charlie Brown to get a Peanuts tattoo.

There are a lot of abandoned railroads in the US.

One year ago: "The lyrics to this little ditty are protected by copyright, but luckily, the melody is not."
Two years ago: "Quick, what's the only place in the United States where traffic keeps to the left?"