Nora & Her Family
in the Caymans
Fairly lazy day--again. One of the best things about this
whole interlude is falling to sleep each night and waking
each morning to the sound of the surf. I need my hills and
trees for day-to-day living, but the water is a prime
holiday spot for me. It just says stretch out, relax and
don't think.
The big activity is watching the men working on the
pool--and not working on the pool. Actual chemicals have
been added, so we'll see what we see.
I'm starting to get the itch to write. This must be the
longest I've gone without needing a little fix.
After breakfast we walk to the other side of the hotel.
Wander the shops and the gardens. I buy a new bathing suit.
Watch a couple of the friendly black birds bathe in the
little waterfalls. One of these birds flew right in the
parlor one morning, hopped around on the couch for a few
minutes, then flew out again.
Come back to plop by the pool again. I watch a little
curly-headed boy--couldn't have been quite two--in a yellow
inner-tube. I've never seen a happier face. Total joy.
BW finally rents the Sunfish and goes out for an hour's
sail. I conk out for about twenty minutes and wake thinking
it's morning and I'm in bed. Quite a shock to discover
otherwise. I watch BW's little white sail, way out on the
blue sea. When he comes back he tells me he almost swamped
it on the first jibe. No more jibing, he decides and
switches to tacking. He explains the difference to me, but I
don't really need to know as I have no plans to man a
Sunfish personally.
Barbara from the Book Nook calls to see if we'd like to
have dinner Saturday evening, with Dick Francis and the
bookstore staff. This sounds good to me, and I'm only sorry
my gang won't be here for it.
We go back to the Italian place for dinner as Mom missed
it first time around, and the food is just wonderful.
We'll have our last breakfast together this morning, and
I'll go over all the airport, customs and ground transpo
stuff everyone needs to know. I hate to see all my darlings
leave, and hope they've had as good a time as I have.
Fingers crossed that Delta doesn't mess them up on the
return flights.
Nora
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