I meant to post more on a more regular basis. I have a lot of catching up to do. But tonight I'm just posting about tonight. I did not even leave the building today until just past 7:00 pm. My husband had the day off, but had some online training to do. I used the day to "putter" as I like to call it. Laundry, pay a few bills that are due, check my email and facebook. Jon actually did leave to go to the store for groceries for supper, which he, thankfully, cooked tonight. Nice to have a hubby that likes to cook. Anyway, about 7:00 we decided to go sit outside and stare at the ocean for a while. Today was a beautiful day and I have to say that spending the entire day, especially in Florida, inside seems uncomfortable. Somewhat depressing even.
But it was just beautiful outside tonight. Sky clear, soft breeze, I was comfortable in an old 3/4 sleeve black tee shirt and my old Banana Republic "boyfriend" chino cropped white pants. It was the first night in several weeks that Jon and I went out together to sit and watch the ocean. Watch the dark come up, as I say sometimes. We're on the Miami side, so the sunrises there. But the sun doesn't set on our side, so I say the dark comes up.
Jon works nights, mostly. A 3:00 pm to 11:00 pm shift. Occasionally I will go outside by myself at sunset. This is something we did together a lot when we first moved in and before he found his job down here. The sky and the ocean changes constantly and I could look at it forever. I think about how I'd like to paint it, or photograph it. I keep asking myself why I didn't think to bring my water colors down or my colored pencils. But lately, I've been going out by myself because Jon is working. The last few times were not as peaceful and pleasant for me. The building we live in, a condominium, is right on the ocean. We can sit out by the pool deck and look out onto the sand and ocean. There are plenty of chairs around and some tables. Pretty nice, really. In this building there have been a lot of tourists, or seasonal residents. New faces come, stay a while, then leave. (Of course we have only lived here close to 6 months ourselves.) Last weekend there was a large group of young and very good looking couples with half a dozen small children and babies between them. They took lounge chairs and sectioned off an area where they gathered to visit and eat. I believe the lounge chair corral was to keep the children safe and close. I sat a bit away from them, mainly because I'm shy and also I don't speak French so if they were talking I'd assume they were saying things about me. But they were grilling out each night too. And some of them would stroll beyond the lounge chair barrier to walk past me to the grills and back. The toddlers would chase after their dads, then the wife/mothers would come after the children and carry them back to their "area". The men were generally nice and would smile as they passed me. The women would do everything in their power to avoid looking at me at all. It made me uncomfortable and I would not stay as long as I would have liked.
But tonight I thought with my own husband there I'd feel "safe" and we could sit longer. And for the first time in weeks, it was just us!! We both relaxed and for a few moments enjoyed the serenity of sea and sky. Then we saw the tall slender figure of a young man, probably early 20's, come around the side of the lifeguard shack in front of us. Someone usually does lay claim to the lifeguard shack in the evening. They sit on the sea side and really can't be seen for the most part. We have done it ourselves. Anyway, tonight the young man was using it. He tried to open his bottle of beer on the door of the shack. then he tried the flag pole as an opener. Then he bent over and popped the bottle cap off with the deck edge of the shack. The bottle cap dropped into the sand beneath and he slipped back to the ocean side where we could no see him. Jackass! That got both Jon and I a little irritated. There is a trash can 20 feet from where he was. We tried to dismiss it and enjoy the ocean again. A number of boats were out tonight as the sea was quite calm. A few sail boats, and several other boats. The young man appeared again and popped the cap off another bottle of beer and let the cap drop into the sand. Asshole! My breath got a little shorter due to my disgust at this behavior. Why would someone leave their garbage on the beach!!! I've got to tell you, at least where we are, there is a surprising amount of trash left on the beach. Jon and I decided to go in for the night. The jerk appeared one last time as we were leaving and this time a pretty and smiling girl was beside him as he popped yet another cap into the sand. My husband said garbage leaves garbage on the beach. I guess so....
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