Friday, November 13, 2015

Friday the 13th...

Not the movie.

A gray day here in the Tropical Tip, but not cold.  Mid to upper 70s, breezy.  Joan said, "Let's go to a movie."

I'm in.

Then she added, "You can take me to lunch at Burger Fi."

I'm definitely in.  Consistent, too.  You know those Facebook "Your Memories on Facebook" posts that they send you... a reminder of what you were doing 2 (or more) years ago on this date?  Well, apparently, we were dining at the new Burger Fi on the island.  I'm pleased to report: the burgers are still good.

It wasn't particularly busy, so we had time to take a drive by the beach before heading to the movie - nasty looking water, the color of coffee...

The water is very churned up - this is the Gulf side, so not from the dredging. 

We got to the theater about 10 minutes before the movie was to start... Joan wanted to see Burnt, with Bradley Cooper.  I mostly wanted to sit in the back row and neck.  We didn't have to worry about being in the back row (where no one can kick your seat): we were the only ones in the theater.  By the time the previews started, 5 other people had come in... probably not a profitable run.

The movie was OK; Joan really liked it.

Heading for home, Joan mentioned that she had a package to pick up at the Post Office, and another slip for another package should be waiting for us in our mailbox.  Looking at my watch, it was going to be close: about 20 minutes to get across the causeway, get to our owners lounge (where the mailboxes are), get the next pink slip (to pick up a package at the Post Office), then get to the Post Office before they close.  Adding a bit of drama to the timing: we could see from the causeway that there is a barge coming down the Intracoastal Waterway.

That tug driver will call our swing bridge when he gets to the causeway, at which point they will open our bridge for him.  I knew we would beat it getting onto our island; didn't know if we'd get off the island before the opening.

Good timing - I parked in front of the owners lounge, Joan hopped out and got the pink slip, and we immediately headed back off the island.  Now, we had 8 minutes to get to the Post Office before they close.  Made it.  We knew, for certain, that we would be waiting at our bridge for that barge to pass (usually 15 to 20 minutes).

We were third in line at the bridge.  I shut off the truck and got out to take a photo of the barge passing...

We even got to see a couple dolphins as we were crossing the bridge!

And, still made it home in time for Izzy's 5:00 supper time.  Some people think retired people don't have to deal with schedules.  ;-)  Life in the fast lane.

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