Went for lunch, stayed for Supper

Sunday was laundry day and and another great day at Deerfield. Jason cooked great burgers on the grill. We visited and visited. We watched Phabulous Phil win the Masters. Those big screen TV's are amazing-you can see the tension on their faces in HDTV. Matt called and we played pass the phone. Lori went househunting on the Internet for me. I don't think I am quite ready but the park keeps jacking up their rates, it became obvious that that there is a whole age cohort of us who are looking at our hole card and watching the grim reaper have his way with whoever. The kids are looking at becoming 10 month residents too- Lori is looking for a bolt hole near her family in Texas. They like visiting but feel the need for their own space after about a week. It all may come to nothing but the window shopping is fun. I took some pictures of birds and flowers. Conner and Bebo and a friendly pigeon were the avians.

But for their propensity to crap on everything, pigeons are beautiful birds.

I popped for dinner-take-out from Park Avenue Barbecue which is amazing. The deluxe sampler includes ribs, chicken, beef and pork. So everybody was happy. I moseyed home about 9:30. We were settled in when the rain started. It was quite a storm -flooding in Miami below us and in Wellington above us. The wind made it horizontal and I got a face full through my bedroom window.

Latours left Sunday morning. "The group" is adjourned. All that are left are casual acquaintances and that is a good thing. I have plenty to do.

Funny Florida story: Royal Palm is very ritzy enclave- some of the mansions and yachts I have taken pictures of are in Royal Palm. Included residents are two families in which the husbands are lifelong very different friends. The accountant lives in a $14.5 million house and his wife threw a birthday party for him. He is very short. His lifelong friend , who used to have to lift him into the schoolbus is tall, thin, has a pony tail, and has gained his considerable fortune by having a stable of sixteen strip clubs. As is very often the custom down here the guest list was "semi-open." So the strip club guy invited several bouncers and managers and their" flavor of the week" girlfriends. A boatload of young men, stereo blasting, caught sight of the festivities and the eye candy and decided to put into port. The bouncers explained that the party was private. The "booty pirates" decided to shock the old fogies and commenced to mooning and "full montying" not having an inkling who they were dealing with. The shore dwellers dropped trousers and sent a volley of their own! The hostess was beside herself but the men thought it was hilarious. Best-birthday-EVER.