Another Wednesday

Wednesday June 13, 2012
Oscar Scherer State Park Site 89
Osprey, Florida

 

Whew is it hot……..

I wake up before sunrise and cannot believe it is 75 degrees.  I drag myself outside and start my jog around the park.  Today I am wearing only a running bra and my shorts. No one is out but me and it is TOO HOT for a shirt.

I’m wrung out when I finish and have used up all my energy.  David is having a bad day.  Yesterday’s zometa left him with difficulty sleeping last night and major fatigue today.   We do a lot of nothing.  I struggle to post a blog about the past 3 days and David naps. 

 

 

The day is slipping away from me.

 

It’s time to do the 6 month changing of all the water filters.  So I drive a couple of miles north of the park to pick up a new outdoor spigot filter and a few other items we need including some cocoa butter for David’s feet and hands which are showing more signs of peripheral neuropathy. 

 

Now some lunch and then the beach.

 

 

I return and fix us some lunch.  Around 2:00 I head over to the beach.  David naps again.  As usual the beach is wonderful.  It Hot hot hot and humid everywhere else.  Enough to just melt you almost instantly.  But here at the beach the breeze is cool and the water refreshing.  That’s my cockeyed self portrait sitting in my chair with my beach hat on just after coming in from a great time in the waves.  I wish I could just throw up a tent, sleep right here and never leave.

 

 

 

Burying my feet  in the sand gives them a 100% SPF reading.  That sun is surely powerful.

 

 

 

 

I’ve always been an east coast ocean lover. 

I want water I can swim in and I want waves.  I always thought that the gulf was where the old people went.  Well now that I’m one of them I can see why.  You can have an almost lake like atmosphere in the mornings and then in the afternoons often the wind picks up and there are waves to play in.  Not waves to knock you down or pull you under.  Not waves to surf on or even boogie board  but waves to jump in and float over.  I still love the ocean and if it were closer, I”d be there, but I’ve developed a real appreciation for the Gulf as well.

 

 

Surf boards and boogie boards may be the gear for the ocean but I’ve noticed in the gulf that hats, sunglasses and noodles are more common.  I was really surprised at the hats and sunglasses when I first came to the Gulf.  I would never have worn either in the ocean, they would have been gone in a heartbeat.

 

 

I return in time for dinner which is a smorgasbord of leftovers.

 

After dinner we get all the filters changed. 

 

 

Because this one at the spigot is connected and disconnected, it is the one hardest to get not to leak.  Pliers does the trick.

 

 

 

 

 

We changed this whole house filter on Sunday when we got here since we already had a spare.

Notice its handsome home made stand.  David has twice driven off without the stand so now he’s come up with an easy replacement. 

 

 

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And finally the inside PUR water filter pitcher to filter it one last time.  Pure water is something we can at least try to control unlike the impure air we are all breathing.  Wipe off the inside of your windshield in your car or RV.  Use a white cloth and take a look at what you find.   That stuff is in your lungs too. 

I wonder if I’m the only one who filters my water 3 times before I’m willing to drink it.

 

 

We seem to be in the doldrums.

As we head off to bed we are both rather glum.  David hasn’t felt well for the past two days and is tired of not feeling well.  I feel like I”m suspended in waiting.  Not much to blog about here these days.  I can see why the number of comments is down and wonder if I just should take a break until there is really something going on.  I haven’t figured out how they do it those folks who always have something to say even if they haven’t done much of anything or gone anywhere and people have lots of comments to make about it.  We’re both feeling sorry for ourselves.  He has a lot more reason to than I do.