Saturday was a lazy day. We went to church at 5 pm and saw Fr. John. He is the priest who at the wedding rehearsal asked me who I was. When I told him mother of the bride, he responded, have you done this before? When I answered yes, he pointed to the front pew and told me to “park it.” He always remembers us.
We went to Culver’s for dinner so we could have ice cream afterwards. Only Ted and Kristin did though, Larry and I did not.
We took a break from all the togetherness and headed out on our own Sunday to check out nearby campgrounds. A city park was beautiful with a nice campground but it was 40 minutes away over all toll roads. So we moved on to the ones closest to Kristin and where we used to live. They were crammed in like sardines and many were just living there, not traveling. A touch of Tobacco Road! So we ventured up I-4 to Daytona Beach. There are two campgrounds and either one would be acceptable as far as roominess and utilities. We will stay at one in June when we leave Sanibel Island.
Larry wanted to eat at the New York family pizzeria so that’s where we went for dinner. It was really good! A few Thanksgiving stragglers were walking down the street when we came home.
Kristin wanted to do the ice sculpture display on Sunday at Gaylord Hotel but when we checked they weren’t having it. Apparently the sculptors are all foreign and could not travel here. I thought maybe it was the coats they provide because of the cold. A bit unsanitary in the middle of a pandemic. So we looked into Give a Child the World. This is a village where folks stay with Make A Wish. The entire place is lit up. To be socially distant, your ticket was only good for two hours and they were all sold out.
So Ted sat by the pool while Kristin and I shopped for a family room rug. She found one but had to go back with Larry’s car the next day after we left. It was a good week in the sunshine.
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