I spent a whole week in Florida on a beach vacation. Began walking and soon gathered up a mile of
exercise to and from the beach house. St. George's Island is quiet and a nice place to be without the
need of accomplishing something that takes too much time.
The town of Appalachacola across the two causeways is a removal in time with its post Civil War
store front , one and two story buildings downtown. There is a wonderful coffee shop with special
coffees you don't have at Starbuck's or Java Dave's. There is a time-past soda fountain where you can
get "phosphates". My daughter asked me what a phosphate was. I answered in soda fountain language, not the chemical description. We explored all the gift shops, galleries, and restaurants.
The residential areas were worth driving up and down the streets to see the well-kept houses of
the later 1800's.
Then we enjoyed the indulgences of the great City of Dallas and the marvelous chefs that run
the fine dining establishments there.
I got home last Tuesday and entered the house calling out for Tom, the cat I left behind in the house to be fed by my good neighbor. When I am here, Tom is not allowed to stay in at night (other than
for storms and extreme cold). However, to spare my neighbor I allowed Tom to stay inside, unless
he made it clear he wanted out.
Well, I got no answer from Tom. Did I expect him to come bounding to me to rube against my
ankles? No, I know his ways. Later, as I inspected the house and raised some of the window
shades, there he was. He didn't let me out of his sight for days. His intuition is still working as to
where I am and what I am doing. He has climbed upon my desk making sure I give him the best
publicity in my account of his welcoming presence after a period of 10 days apart.
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