It’s the last day of my beach vacation…
…and Florida is crying.
I’ll miss you too, St. Teresa Beach. I’ve loved every minute.
Except the stingray. Hate you, you hateful critter.
My bucolic beach vacation received a jolt yesterday when I got up close and personal with a stingray.
I was walking in kneedeep water, so I didn’t see my attacker coming. But once I felt the stab, I did get a hand on him to pull him away.
It bled a bit, but hurt a lot. For three or four hours, it was pretty darn intense. Then it calmed down.
And so did I.
For future reference, should you be so unlucky, don’t pee on the wound. And don’t rush to the doctor (although painkillers will be tempting).
Just make sure no barb remains, soak it in hot water, apply antibiotic ointment and leave it uncovered to heal. Elevating it seems to help, too.
And be grateful for friends and family who quickly gather round to help.
Things have been quiet around The Egg the past couple of days. That’s because of the view.
We’re on vacation this week, so forgive me if my posts are a bit more sporadic.
We may lose track of time now and then…
You know you’re in a primo hotel room when…
(Don’t get too jealous…I only got to stay 18 hours.)
After a beautiful early walk on the beach, Lou, Rory and I spent the balance of the morning exploring Montauk.
Well, I was posing. (Rory appears a bit distracted.)
Several of the shops were closed for the season, but we did do some extremely low-key Black Friday shopping.
No pushing. No shoving. No injuries.
Then we spent the afternoon in East Hampton, about 15 minutes ‘up island.’
After a great lunch, we headed to the movie theatre down the street and saw Philomena starring Steve Coogan and Judi Dench. Since I am on vacation, I will keep my review short and sweet:
Heartfelt. Brilliant. A must see!
Ever thought, “I wanna go out with a bang?”
Now you can. Literally.
Ask your family members to have your cremated remains ‘scattered from within a beautiful fireworks display’ by Angels Flight.
The company, based in Castaic, California, places you (or your loved one’s) ashes into a specially designed fireworks shell and shots them skyward during the lights show. You select the color, brilliance and pattern of the fireworks used; Angels Flight transports your remains from the mortuary to the service site and takes care of all licenses, insurance and permits.
You can also choose to hold your final fireworks display over the ocean — from a yacht, no less — on the beach or on a lake…at prices ranging from $4,250 to 5,500. (Still photography or video is extra.)
I gotta admit — the more I think about it, the more I like it. Who wants to shoot for the heavens?