THE REST OF THE REST . . .

It is winddown time and Hillary and I are taking advantage of all the lounging and food intake that our bodies can endure. After our Safari Land trip and sunning by the pool, we once again began discussing - what else - food!! Paul arrived home fairly early and we all went to the Bonefish restaurant. Leisurely meal of our individual orders of fish ... mine, coconut shrimp ... an absolute fav'. Lots of laughter and tales of childhood adventures on the part of Hillary and Paul ... the roller derby stints with Sheila and Hillary competing in the basement, with Dan Hinchley and Paul as referees, always seems to be retold. How they survived that I will never know!! Wednesday was a "do-nothing" day ... going in and out of the sun; collecting stray items to put into suitcases for the trip home; watching Hill laugh as she checked Facebook comments on her published pictures. The evening was to be spent at Vivian and Mary's house "across the yard" ... dinner and conversation. Paul grabbed a bottle of wine and we wandered over ... a lovely dinner of roast pork with mojo glaze, black beans and rice with a selection of hot peppers and sauces, for those of us who wanted to tweak the taste, and Cuban bread. Once again, a "full" evening in all respects. For our last day, Paul had arranged a spa session at Doral. Hillary had said she would take nothing less than an eighty-minute massage by a therapist she had had before. It was the girl's day off, but she came in "just for Hillary" ... now that's celebrity treatment! We had to leave no later than one o'clock to catch our plane ... we both wished we could have gone the day before and spent more time in the hot tubs and outdoor cabanas ...just "luxuriating" in general. Felt so wonderful and relaxing ... and rich!! Paul was very busy with meetings, but Larry took us to meet Paul's staff. He did, however, excuse himself after conducting an interview; we got to bid him an appreciative farewell. Time passed so quickly. It seemed as though Hillary had just arrived. We made it to the airport in plenty of time. In fact, the plane was delayed for 45 minutes and then we had to wait on the plane for air traffic clearance. Upon our arrival at O'Hare, Ed came to meet Hill and the Drahoks came to get me. Jonferes met us at my house with a few food staples to tide me over AND a nice bottle of red wine. We sat around the table and caught up on some of the news ...Friday, those of the family who could make it, were attending a fish fry at Mack's Golden Pheasant ... many "welcome home" phone calls ... nice to be back! Easter is upon us soon ... that means Spring and warm weather, I think! 'Til I see each and every one of you ... I remain, Marma

"HILLARITY" IN MIAMI

It is a little after the fact, but the Chicago weather is somewhat different from Miami heat (no sports reference intended). More than a week has passed since landing at O'Hare ... pictures have been posted on Facebook with no explanation ... short-sleeved tee-shirts have been traded for sweatshirts ... many want to know what happened when Hillary came to visit. Needless to say, she wanted to wander and that we did! Paul took Monday off work and made eggs benedict for breakfast. (He wanted to test a new egg poacher.) Delicious! We left for an early tour of Vizcaya Museum & Gardens on Biscayne Bay. Vizcaya was built by James Deering, an agricultural industrialist, from 1916 to 1918. It is a huge European-inspired estate with lavish gardens featuring statues, fountains, and many piazzas used for entertaining. The main house is fully furnished and still contains much of the original art work. (The feature I liked most were the secret panels opening into different rooms and hidden stairways used by the servants to go to different floors.) There are three expansive stories in the house ... an elevator was to be used only by family and guests! Most of the day was spent wandering about the grounds and taking a tour of the mansion itself. Hillary loved the huge dock where yachts and boats anchored. It was a massive barge carved in stone and coral reef; the obligatory mermaid perched on the front and huge anchor on the back. It must have been at least a city block and a half long ... beautiful! Way past lunchtime ... Hill wanted a Cuban sandwich. We hit the renowned Versailles, ordered the sandwich and a dish called "Imperial chicken" ... yellow rice with different herbs and flavoring covering an abundance of slivered chicken and peppers. Groaning with gourmet satisfaction, we journeyed home. Tuesday, Hillary, Larry and I went to Safari Land where Jason had had his initial brush with alligators. She didn't want to be outdone by her little brother ... she HAD to go see live creatures in their natural habitat AND she insisted on holding the baby 'gator. We took the fun airboat ride and Hill was not disappointed. She loved every minute of it; and, for proof of her bravery, had her picture taken holding her next pair of shoes. Oops, sorry! She opted to return the little tyke to the wilds! Having enjoyed the seafood at Rickenbocker Fish Market when Jen and Jason visited, we took a side trip there and had mahi-mahi with mango salsa, peel-and-eat shrimp and conch fritters. (Sent pictures via IPhone to torment Paul, who was at work.) Home in time to sunbathe by the pool ... sun was hot ... water was cold ... ah-h-h, such is life in the civilized tropics of Miami. More fun with Hill-pill to follow!! Marma

SATURDAY SIGHTS

The sun seemed to be brighter than usual; and, quite frankly, appeared a little earlier than the time on the clock indicated. Perhaps my mindset was somewhat stunted. Departure time was scheduled for 8:30 am and that's usually the time I start wondering what to eat for breakfast! It was Saturday; everyone off work and Ft. Lauderdale was the destination. The aforementioned breakfast (and coffee) was uppermost in our minds. We took two cars because Mary's brother, Frankie, was going with us. Occupants of OUR auto had the foresight to make coffee and take some along. Enjoyed the drive along the palm tree-edged highway ... relaxing, care-free and scenic. Lauderdale-by-the Sea, a little city spread along the beach, was our first stop. Our stomachs growling in anticipation of a morning feast, we walked a block or so on sandy sidewalks to Beach Cafe. This neat, open-air restaurant was aptly named. It was built right on the beach. After ascending a few wooden steps, we were seated at the front edge of a long seaside pier. It was a calm day and the oceanside was full of swimmers, surfboard students and children building sand castles. Many fishermen tried their luck along the rails of the dock leading out to the ocean. Very enjoyable! We left for the art museum in Ft. Lauderdale to view a collection of artifacts from the Vatican. Items were intermingled as far as paintings, church vestments, architecture history, altar vessels, etc.; but were arranged by reign of popes beginning with St. Peter. The last section dealt with Pope John Paul II and his journey to sainthood. The entire exhibit was interesting, informative and beautiful. Sunday was a day of preparation ... Hillary was to land, literally, around 3:30 pm and after church, we ran a few errands, went to the store and waited. She came strolling in around 5:00 pm and we began laughing, eating (naturally) and exchanging any news. She was absolutely thrilled with the new pool! We will be spending time there, I'm certain. Tomorrow, however, Paul is taking off work and we are going to Vizcaya Museum and Gardens in downtown Miami. A description (probably lengthy) will be forthcoming. Until then ... Marma

MUNDANE ROAMING

This was a week that materialized without any planning. Monday always seems to be catch-up day ... laundry, emails, errands. One more pool inspector came to give Larry yet another task to complete. It appears that final okay gets farther into the future with each visit. Tuesday, hmmm, work-out time! Keep the ol' body going as long as possible. That gym visit and the daily evening walks with the doggies should help somewhat. The end of the week is nearing and no definite plans. Hillary is coming to visit, however, and that should jolt us from our sofa! Vivian from across the yard called and asked us if we would like to go to a Morrocan furniture place and then to lunch. The answer, of course - yes!

Vivian is searching for a desk for her home office. She has more of an idea of what she doesn't want than an image of the final product. The time spent in these warehouse-type export-import stores is fascinating ... more like a museum. Nothing purchased, our next stop was a fish market and cafe situated along the Miami River.
It was apparent, as we traveled the streets from one side of the river to the other, that we had entered an older section of Miami. Store fronts were from a different decade and badly in need of updating. Smaller shops were nestled row upon row,structure elbowing structure ... rather claustrophobic. Across the river bridge were a number of restaurants and cafes, all with the option of outdoor seating; most with a view of boats and small yachts heading out to larger waters.

Our choice: outdoor seating on the upper deck of a family-owned restaurant that had been around for decades ... well-worn, seaside theme with the smell of fresh fish cooking; small, organized menu with mostly seafood selecton in appetizers, soups, salads and entrees. Beautiful day, delicious luncheon, we left to gander at the fish market next door. Unbelievable!! Beautiful display of fresh fish in large, ice-filled cases; anything you could want just for the asking. Must keep names in mind ... this one, Casablanca on the Miami River.

The next day Vivian asked me to go with her to look for books for her new bookcase. We hit secondhand shops and a supersize Goodwill store. Made a few purcases of nice used books. She then decided she needed a big Atlas and some art publications ... off to Borders! Big purchase of many books here ...

We have all planned to go to Fort Lauderdale on Saturday to view Vatican Treasures at the art museum ... will go early and find a place for breakfast.

Sunday, Hillary arrives! Adventure awaits ...

Marma

IDLINGS . . .

Idleness! Pure, unadulterated do-nothingness! Tends to make one feel like a slug; but at this stage of the game, reading and respite readily overcome conscience. Can't believe it's nearly time to return to Chi-town and, hopefully, a taste of Spring. From reading a few Facebook status gripes, it seems that most of you midwesterners are pining for a steady flow of sunshine and resulting warmth ... True dat??

This week has been mostly one of catch-up. Some tiles around the pool have sunken a little because the soil wasn't tamped tightly enough. The men are supposed to come for a re-do; but so far, nothing but promised dates with a "no show". Most of the time seems to be spent making calls to voice mail with no satisfaction. Suppose that's what happens when your paving bill is paid ... no nonpayment threats can be made.

Speaking of phones, Paul and Larry each have new Iphones ... they were waiting for their other contract to end. Talk about distraction! Paul had to transfer all his data and that took a day or two. Larry had a regular
cell phone before, with none of the gadgets; so his time was used trying apps and seeing what all his new phone could do. Each phone is also
equipped for Skype; so Larry had to get in touch with his sister to try it out. Then, both of them discovered the blackjack game and this new
phone has become a part of their anatomy. They are obsessed!

They did take a break long enough to make a leprechaun's leap to Flanigan's Pub on St. Patrick's Day. Thought the place was fairly new, from outside appearances; but that thought was banished as soon as we
walked in. Dark bar room with green twinkling lights and hustling
servers in outlandish garbs of the day. We were shown to another room,
apparently the restaurant side. Strictly pub atmosphere with shamrock decorations, all shiny green foil ... large garlands strung from rafter to rafter above the tables ... each table centered with a sprouting shamrock
"plant" in the same mandatory green foil ... the local Dollar store probably
made a killing when they aided Mr. Flanigan!

The waiters and waitresses went all out for the day. Each had their own
St. Paddy's Day costume ... wigs, large hats. light-up glasses, satin vests
with gold sequins, shamrock-print tights, even a fellow in black who wore no green at all ... he was a walking bottle of Guiness beer and his tall, black
hat had what appeared to be foam jostling around. They were the fun
part of the visit (around 4:00 pm). I can imagine what went on as the day
merged into evening! Paul met us at the pub, resplendent in his pale green dress shirt. We ordered our green beers, took pictures and ate an early dinner ... MINE was, of course, corned beef, cabbage, and boiled
potatoes ... surprisingly delicious, very tender meat.

Weekend days were spent running errands, watching the boys catch up on outside chores (Home Depot had 50% off mulch, so they HAD to take
advantage of that.) I bought another paperback or two; Molson and I
retreated to the lounge area outside and relaxed ... Copper thinks the pool is his alone ... he swims and splashes constantly (he apparently loves the
cold water). Cooked ribs and chicken on the grill ... just like summertime
in Illinois ... except I do miss the dessert, whatever it may be.

Can't shake my Hoosier habits ... been keeping tabs on the NCCA tourney.
Chose my brackets and haven't been doing too badly. Guess the media got
after Obama though ... seems he should concentrate on the problems at
hand and stop wasting time on such trivial matters ... to each his own ... he
could be monetarily betting on the outcome ... THEN they could complain!

Don't know about Irish day photos ... most of the fun was taken with the Iphone and may end up elsewhere ... check out Facebook from time to time ... that could be the "elsewhere" !!

O'Marma

THE WEEK THAT WAS!

Actually, I guess I'm still on vacation ... just not in the Bahamas! This week has passed very quickly. We arrived home around 5:30 pm Sunday
evening; unloaded our suitcases and ordered take-out from Macaroni Grill for our dinner. We watched a little TV and turned in for the night.

Mundane duties, such as laundry, mail-check, (both cyber and postal) and grocery shopping took up time our first day or two home. However,
Wednesday hung before us with ominous dread. Ceremonial ashes were an outside reminder of days to come; but both Paul and I are ALMOST
ready to forego our "give up" ... sweets and their associations! Why is it that ads on TV, the cooking channels, news programs - all of them - place
emphasis on the construction of desserts and show them, close up, in all their technicolor splendor? Satan forever at his job ...

Saturday was Costco day plus a side trip to a view plants at a nursery. The boys have plantings in mind for strips along the fence surrounding their yard; but they change back and forth between types. Do they go with low tropical plants or floral bushes such as gardenias or both? Have a little time to decide; still waiting for that final pool inspection before they can finish tiling closer to the fence.

Sunday, we ate breakfast at home, for a change. The Doral golf tourney was in its final hours and we had passes to go watch for awhile. (Tiger had a 12:30pm tee-time.) Plans change, however, and we went on a "window
shopping" tour of furniture warehouses in an off-road area. Oriental, Bahamese, Morrocan - many types and styles; mostly antique-looking pieces but much, much lower in price than retail. I enjoyed looking at
the accessories and accompanying small items. Saw a couple of things I'm sure Kristin would have been interested in ... cutest little, worn-looking set of table and two chairs that would have suited Henry and Millie for a year or two. Perhaps when they have larger quarters ...

No purchases! We moved to another district and a handsome storefront building called Victoria's Armoire. Now this was more like it ... beautiful furniture for every room, moderately priced to expensive ... wandered between two floors and three or four rooms for some time ... purchases WERE made here!

Vivian was our escort ... she has clients who give her the lowdown on where to get interesting things at interesting prices. She was looking for bookcases for her home office ... she bought four dark wood units, with a
movable ladder attached to a high rod for cohesiveness. Will fill an entire wall in her office ... looks like a small library, with that ladder (which I suspect is only for show!) Absolutely loved it!

In the showroom, sitting by the bookcase, were two large statues. Vivian and Paul each bought one. Their shape reminded me of a dressmaker's form ... no head, arms or legs ... resting on a rod in the center of a black base. They were very dark brown, almost like molten lava rock. Couldn't decide if they were sculpted or molded ... very heavy. Could have been a
mixed-with-color cement poured into a mold ... interesting, rough texture.
Vivian's statue was a female form and Paul's male; but they had scant
clothing that I would describe as Aztec. Really cool; difficult to describe.
(Maybe pictures later.)

Of course, my purchase was obscure compared with theirs ... a James Dean paperback book with many photos and scant text. Easier to carry home than a handsome statue! We were near Coral Gables so Vivian
introduced us to a new shopping mall, Merrick Park. Nestled among
newly-built condo buildings, it had two levels and was more like a park than a mall ... absolutely beautiful! Many stores arranged on the two levels, but all similar in looks. Even the new condos had to conform to the
Spanish look of Coral Gables. Large trees, flower gardens and large planters, fountains, benches and tables - some shaded by yellow or orange
market umbrellas. Just beautiful! Even had concealed escalators as a choice from stone steps. Restaurants in Nordstrom and Nieman-Marcus, as well as two larger eateries with indoor or outdoor dining. We opted for
Villagio, apparently Italian, but ate inside as there was a forty-minute wait
for oudoor. The four of us shared two large pizzas (homemade crust) with very fresh ingredients ... filled us to capacity ... even had a little left over.

That concluded our wandering weekend. I checked the news to see who won the Doral tourney and reported to Paul ... didn't want him to be embarrassed when he returned to work Monday morn not knowing the
winner!

Now, let's see ... Hillary's birthday the 14th ... St. Paddy's on the 17th ... a weekend comng up that Paul said "things HAVE to get done." We will see
what that entails; especially if more interesting invitations are submitted.
Nothing like procrastination ... as my blogs have indicated.

Until "the devil gets behind my back" ...

Marma

(APOLOGIES FOR FORMAT)

After posting my blog and turning off the computer, I just go about my business and don't check out the post all of you see. Today, I noticed how erratic the format is ... how sentences break in the middle or a new line appears a full space down. I corrected this problem in editing, but guess it didn't "take" when posted. Just want you to realize it wasn't set up that way and, hopefully, won't occur too often. Not a techie ... mea culpa!!

Marmaduke

RETURNING TO REALITY

During Friday evening's dinner, the temperature had dropped considerably and the ocean waves were crashing against the shore with such force that sprays hit the heavy, clear plastic blinds lowered to protect outdoor dining decks. We decided to forego the fresh air atmosphere for indoor comfort. Our waiter from one of the previous night's dinners had told us they were not serving conch salad that evening ... come back Friday. We didn't think anymore about it ... Friday, we found out why. Our tall, dark efficient server from a previous dinner was now specialty salad-maker for the weekend. In Bahama and surrounding environs, you get "conched" to death ... kind of like French fries in the U.S. However, we decided to share a large conch salad ... most delicious combination we had tasted during our stay. He even came from the kitchen to ask how we liked it ... gave him that ol' Facebook salute ... a thumbs-up "like" !!

Saturday had been designated as "do it yourself" day. The three girls wanted to lounge by the pool or sun on the pier ... the boys and I wanted to go back into Nassau and see historic sites pointed out in the brochures. We had planned an early breakfast, then off to the city ... Port Charlotte, a beautiful cathedral, Queen Anne's steps (to nowhere, we'd been told).
It wasn't meant to be ...

Sometime in the wee hours of the morning, I made the first of many trips to my little outdoor bathroom. Personally, since I was the only one to get sick, I think it was my tempura shrimp. At the time, I began peeling the
coating off. The shrmp didn't taste firm and fresh; but there was no noticable taint. Suffice it to say, I was not feeling well enough to make a
day trip to Nassau. Paul and Larry insisted I take their room because of proximity of the facilities. I agreed and the rest of the day was spent in bed, chills alternating with fever.

The boys decided not to go sight-seeing without me. They spent the day in the sun, checking on me every few hours. At lunchtime (ugh), they brought hot noodle soup and tea. They also brought news that they were going to the casino. I bid them farewell and turned on the TV for audible company. I couldn't concentrate on the plot of programs, so I changed channels to a basketball game. Thus, MY evening versus theirs!!

The crew came back sooner than I expected. They were going to eat at
the lodge; wanted to know if I wanted to join them. (No, thanks!) Vivian won approximately $163; everyone else was in the loss column. They didn't go to Atlantis because it was farther away ... decided to stay in Nassau ... said the casino there was older, very smokey and that was the main reason they left sooner. I "won", however. The group purchased a nice "Nassau, Bahama" teeshirt, a bag of coconut coffee and guava jelly,
all for ME!! So thoughtful...

We were to leave Sunday at 1:25 pm. We met for breakfast (I had a pancake and green tea) and talked about our Bahama trip coming to an end. All of us embarked on a stroll along the shore of the ocean. Walking
barefoot, we followed a narrow cobblestone passageway behind a picnic hut, down sandy steps to the water. The white sand was packed tightly. Lots of seaweed had washed up with the tide; but the day was beautiful and we took many pictures of the scenery ... and of us.

Still time for more fun in the sun! We went to that wooden pier in front of our hut and soaked up the rays of the hot sun. Paul had said he wanted to jump off that pier before we left ... I thought perhaps it was wishful thinking. Two teenage boys tried it out ... they swam back to shore and made the jump again. Larry decided it was time for his jump ... a run, a
jump over the rope at the end of the pier ... success. Gabby, who is eighteen and had been here when she was nine or ten, wanted to try the leap but was scared. Larry coaxed her into going in with him ... she did!
Now, Paul's turn. He strolled out to the edge of the pier; and without a moment's hesitation, jumped in, holding himself "straight as an arrow".
They all said the water was cold and the swim back took alot of energy. I
remember days back in Indiana when we used to go to the stone quarries to swim. I was so very tempted to give it a try; but the sensibility of old age does set in. (Paul would call it "being a chicken"!) We decided to warm up in the hot tub; but, alas, it had ceased being "hot" yesterday ... went to our respective abodes to pack and head out.

The airport was only ten minutes away and we arrived a little early. We wandered around tasting samples of rum cake and jellies. Paul bought a tiny jar of the hottest pepper jelly ... just a smidge leaves a sting ... awesome!!

When Gabby came back from buying a coke, she said the Miami Heat and Bulls were playing and that the Heat had won. I was devastated. When she told me the score, I said it was too low for a final score. Thank goodness I was right ... Bulls won by one point, redeeming themselves from the loss we witnessed our first night here ... which, coincidentally, was by one point.

Our little plane landed at Miami airport; we retrieved our car and drove
home. Conservation was completely dominated by "dogs" ... how they were; how they were missed; how dogs missed them, etc., etc. Phone calls to dog caretakers; more conservation about dogs. I suppose all animal owners know exactly how they felt!

Bahama breezes are behind us now. (Except for the same-name restaurant! Right, Jonferes?) It was a delightful addition to this Florida visit ... will relish the memories even more if it is still cold in the Chicago area. However, Spring can't be too far away. There's all that talk amongst the grandkids and their parents about school vacation time. (Poor Wade!
He's out of that category now; but twins' kindergarten days are nearer than you think!)

Back in Miami ... bloggings will continue, but perhaps not so lengthy ... Hillarity is due here in a couple of weeks ... should make interesting tidbits for blogger perusal ... read on, frozen ones!

Marma

ATLANTIS ADVENTURE

Having viewed from afar the splendor of Atlantis on Treasure Island, Bahamas, we are all anxious to get there and see what so many have enjoyed. The night lights were magnificent. Can't imagine what daylight will bring. First, however, a few other things ...


Paul had given the front desk at the lodge a list of maintenance duties ... my outside porchlight bulb replaced, outdoor shower head cleaned or replaced, door lock on said shower secured. After all, cleanliness is next to godliness, or some such quaint quote. With towel, robe, soap and shampoo in hand, I tip-toed over stepping stones to my private little shower. Walaah!! Brand new shiny bolt-lock on the timber door. Stepped in, looked up and there was a beautiful new six-inch shower head, ready for testing. Slowly turned the faucet ... out came the steadiest, lovliest stream of hot water ... I basked in the luxury! The boys were surprised when I appeared at their door ready for breakfast ... they probably wondered if I had skipped a shower for the day!


Breakfast consumed, ever-essential taxi summoned, camera at-the-ready, we were off to the sea world that was Atlantis ...


Once again, we traveled along the left side of the spidery road (European travel mode, but steering wheel on the left per American autos) and approached the bridge to Treasure Island. We could see the twin towers of the huge hotel and I couldn't help wondering which one the Telanders stayed in when they vacationed at Atlantis. The place is huge! Large, red paver bricks arranged in spiraling patterns formed the road to the circular entry piazza. A fountain, the size of the one in Chicago's Grant Park, was resplendent with massive, intertwining golden dolphins spiraling into the air as water sprays playfully changed heights. We were gawking like country rubes (Hoosier?) from the very start ... couldn't imagine what would come next.


We went up the steps, opened large, old castle-like doors and disappeared into the gloom. After the bright sunlight, it took some getting used to. Before us was a large, circular marble booth with about eight attendants answering questions and dispensing tickets to different attractions. We all purchased a day-pass (excluding water park adventures), received pamphlets and general info folders; and headed through the vast casino. Only a few tables were open so early in the day; but there they were ... mostly men, smoking cigars, shuffling chips at the blackjack tables. A few women were caught up in slot machine mode. Whereas I put a few dollars into the dollar-machine (NO win), one lady inserted a hundred dollar bill and pulled the lever four times. We roamed around taking pictures and checking our itinerary ... as we retraced our steps, we saw the same gal, alone, cigarette in hand, still at the $25 machine. Hope she won something ... it was only ten in the morning!!


There were so many lagoon exhibits showing marine life in native habitats that we didn't know which to choose first. Across Neptune's lobby, with its gigantic, sculptured sea serpents dominating ledges and peering through sea-like greenery, we sighted a wide marble staircase with railings so expansive I was tempted to hop on and slide to the bottom. (Unlike Jason adventuring in Prague, I resisted the notion.) Down passageways into sunken treasure realm, we entered the Digs/Ruins Lagoon ... the largest open-air marine habitat in the world.

This magnificient aguarium defies description ... floor to ceiling glass walls ... open-air at the top ... sharks, baracuda, huge stingrays swim up to the glass. The sharks looked so menacing as they slowly glided by us, exposing sharp teeth and piercing eyes that seemed to be searching for prey. With the sun shining so brightly outside, illuminating the water, you felt as if you were actually in the ocean, co-habitating with these predators. There were waist-high troughs in the next room where you could touch the starfish and view "sunken treasures". We passed through
a long glass tunnel where these huge fish swam overhead as well as along the sides ... very eerie looking up and being able to "touch" the floating stingrays. There was another added attraction further along. People in swimsuits, visiting the Mayan Temple waterpark, floated down an enclosed water chute in large, clear plastic innertubes. Looked like great fun ... literally "swimming with the fishes" ... Chris S. used to say this was his favorite thing to do at Atlantis!

We left our caverns and went out into the grounds ... acres and acres of tropical foliage ... Mayan statues, water nymphs and seahorses cavorting
in strategic locales. Since we hadn't purchased water passes, we were not supposed to go into beach areas; but, I guess, rules were meant to be broken. We went to a large waterfall-pool-beach spot, sidled up to a refreshment stand; ordered drinks; went over to a smaller pool for toddlers; took off our shoes and sat on the edge with our feet in the water.
Refreshing indeed!!

Having escaped one security scrutiny, we wandered through the grounds.
Most everything is man-made but the stones, molten rock, lagoons, coves and deeper cays look as if they had been there for centuries ... there are places for scuba diving, swimming with the dolphins or gliding along side with a hand-held water scooter ... most anything you want to do. We crossed swinging rope bridges, climbed rock ledges to view the real ocean. Exhausting but exillerating!!

Way past lunchtime. We decided to eat outside the grounds and found Murray's Deli. We all ordered different sandwiches and they were HUGE!
Paul and I split a BLT and, I swear, there was a pound of thin bacon on there. Wonderful day ... taxi, again, back to Compass Point.

Not quite dinnertime ... we all met in front of P & L's hut and soaked in
the hot tub ... cleaned up for dinner at the lodge ... seafood, marguaritas, pina coladas ... cappachinos ... laughter ... replay of the long day ... called it a night!!

Wish you all could have been with us ... Atlantis is almost indescribable ...
literature doesn't do it justice ... until the next adventure ...

Marma

PARADISE ISLAND

It's Thursday evening and we have had a full day. That doesn't mean activities are over, however. "Au contraire" ... evening approaches and we have reservations, courtesy of Vivian and Merrill Lynch, at One&Only Resort restaurant on Paradise Island. A famous chef from New York now heads the staff and reservations are hard to come by; thus Vivian and her connections. (Name of chef alludes me at present ... later perhaps.)

Getting ready for the evening could have presented logistic poblems ...
MY shower had not yet been rehabbed and working my way in, after, or between the ablutions of male prima donnas could possibly cause difficulties. However, being the gentlemen that they are, a choice was given and we managed to depart for the lodge at the same time. Now, for that always needed taxi ...

Six of us once again piled into a van and headed to Treasure Island, across the bridge from Nassau. We endured the monotony of previously seen countryside; but, as evening begain to set in and brightly colored lights dotted the horizon, excitement was evident in our chatter. Palm trees were taller and more stately; the gentle breezes were now turning
into mild winds. We had a scant glimpse of the giant towers of Atlantis across the waters and made a verbal agreement that tomorrow's journey would be a reconnaissance mission to check out the attributes of this sea world.


As we drew closer to our destination, those tall, stucco walls were no longer in sight. We could now see large, beautifully landscaped mansions set back some distance from the road. The lighting was low and soft, enhancing the grounds and the mansions without being garish ... so-o
pretentious! Just kidding ... envy doth provoke sarcasm!


Our taxi turned into a dark, palm-tree-lined roadway with a guard house at the gate of an expansive wrought iron fence. The driver told the guard that he had dinner guests for the evening. We waited for the gate to roll back and he continued driving through what seemed like a tropical forest. It was very dark; only the glow of hidden lights along the edges gave any hint of resort life. We pulled up the circular drive; doormen rushed to open our car doors and show us up the marble steps to more doormen standing by two-to-three story high columns. We were ushered into a beautiful foyer that did NOT resemble any hotel I've ever seen. No
reservation desk ... small marble bar, with modified Louis IVth bar heighth chairs, to the left ... chandliers and lighted candles in a variety of sizes in holders ranging from small to oversize, crystal, silver or bronze ... fresh white orchids were growing in stylish planters or resting in unique vases of varying heights ... floors graduated from marble at the entrance to dark, shiny hardwoods in the overly-large entry room to carpeting in the lounge area. Just mind boggling ...

It was early for our dinner reservation so Vivian talked with one of the Food & Beverage managers and he took us on a mini tour. It was very dark and getting windier and chilly ... what we could see, as we walked along brick pathways, was nature at its most beautiful ... the owners had built among the trees and planted native bushes, flowers, and tropical greenery where buildings had replaced original growth ... upkeep was meticulous. You could hear the ocean lapping in the distance ... would have been even more spectacular if viewed in the daytime.


One&Only had just finished refurbishing rooms and suites; the gentleman
offered to show us one of the rooms ... that was a misnomer, as far as I was concerned! We turned into a little brick patio-type doorway entrance; he knocked and we all went in. A "maid" was finishing her chores (she was wearing a stylish, navy blue pantsuit and her gold ID badge); we apologized for interrupting; she left and we roamed. Paul corrected me when I called this a suite; but, actually, that was what I would call it. The "room" had a very large living room area with a long sofa, two overstuffed chairs, mahogany desk & chair, small game or card table and a very large TV. The flooring was wide strips of dark, highly polished wood. French
doors led to a private patio with lounge chairs, small chairside tables, potted flowers ... we hadn't even entered the bedroom yet.


The bedroom was not closed off ... there was an open archway entrance from the sitting-room area ... another large TV ... the king-sized bed was gorgeous ... made up in beautiful all-white linens, filmy bedspread with a small vine of red roses delicately crossing one lower corner ... all the amenities, but enhanced ... the bath was huge, double everything.
Had large showers, whirlpool spa, a separate changing room with closet; drawers and cabinets lining the walls. I think you get the picture! Of course, the ever resplendent bar was located in a corner between the living room and bedroom, complete with liquors and nice glassware. Oh, the decadence of it all!!

Almost time for dinner. On our way back to the main lobby, our host offered to show us more of the resort. We declined, as the night air had turned very chilly and the wind had increased. He said he would be in tomorrow if we wanted to return ... we thanked him and headed in to the restaurant ...


The restaurant was in keeping with the rest of the resort decor ... dark woods ... floor-to-ceiling windows all along the right side as we entered ... small square tables to seat two or four, pushed together for larger parties ... partial glass walls on the left side gave a look into the kitchen activity... we were shown to our table; welcomed; presented with menus, wine list ... everyone had their individual duties ... a lady asked each of us if we wanted rosemary or chili flavored oil ... filled our individual containers, gave us sea salt to add. She left and returned with the most delicious warm herb bread. Paul and I wanted wine ... a sommelier appeared, recommended a nice pinot noir ... someone clears dishes, another fills water glasses ... there must have been five or six indviduals serving us and not one doing double duty ... I'm just not used to this untold luxury ... such "spoilage" ...


We all ordered many different things ... mine was a two-inch thick pork chop; Paul got red snapper; Vivian had a shrimp dish; Gabby finally got her deluxe conch salad; Mary and Larry ordered soup and pizza (?). Larry
said he could have had only the soup ... a coconut and chicken blend of thick chowder-type consistency. He said it was the best soup he had ever tasted. No need to describe our food ... absolutely delicious ... dessert seemed like a delectable addition; but there IS a limit! However, the Irish coffee sounded so good, I couldn't resist. It was also the faux pas of the evening, at least in our estimation ...


The extremely hot coffee was served in a brandy-type glass with no handle. The server had added a linen napkin. I used the napkin to grasp the glass; but everyone at the table was afraid I would mimic that ole lady in the McDonald's fiasco and spill it in my lap. Probably expecting the same, the server brought a cup and saucer for my use. Missed using my glass mug with the handle ... old Irish coffee habits die hard!

As we waited for our taxi, we roamed around, looking out French doors and "people watching" ... must have been plans for a weekend wedding as many apparent family members, young children, young adults all mingled and grew louder as cocktails were refilled. (Miss the family!)

Back to OUR resort ... through our multi-colored lodge, down the path all lit up with red, blue, green and yellow reflector lights. Really pretty against the surrounding palm trees and the ocean lapping against the rocks just outside our huts ... Atlantis isn't visible from here; but I feel as if Neptune were keeping us in his sights.

Crawled up into bed ... pulled the covers over my head ... fell promptly asleep ... probably dreaming of eating breakfast!!

Marma

NAVIGATING NASSAU

As I lay in my little bed high in the rafters, the sound of the ocean waves told me it was time to investigate that outdoor shower. Darn near fell out of the thing when I first arose; forgot about the heighth and the stepping stool. As Paul often says, "She'll learn!"

With soap and towel in hand, I went down steps and into my cave-like structure. Now that was what I would call an "awakening"!! First of all, it was rather chilly as winds swept under the hut. Walls did not touch the ground; there was perhaps twelve inches of open daylight all around. The shower head was small; water dribbled from two or three openings; the lock on the door was rusted and wouldn't connect to the opposite side ... I took my soap and towel, unused, and went back to my room.

Paul knocked on my door to go to breakfast. When I related the news, he suggested I go upstairs and use their shower ... which I did ... ahhh, the wonderful feeling of hot, hot water washing away the goosebumps.

Breakfast at the lodge ... set menu of basic early morning meals ... very good eggs benedict. We went out front to wait for our taxi ... destination, city of Nassau.

The ride was a long one. The driver was very informative, explaining sites and how to get to tourist attractions. He showed us a mansion and grounds where a Bond movie was shot. The route was not scenic ... any homes were seemingly surrounded by stucco fences of various pink or yellow colors; so you couldn't see the ocean except a glimpse through squat palm trees. As we drew closer to downtown Nassau, however, things perked up a might ...

Large, well-known resorts, such as Sandals, began to appear. Once again, we were not treated to the gorgeous views advertised in magazines. The road winds behind the hotels, which are all constructed with ocean-front entrances; thus a picture of parking lots, tourists retrieving their luggage, pet owners walking their dogs. Those cement walls kept even that scant peek at a minimum.

Downtown Nassau ... highly congested ... old stone buildings in various states of disrepair ... no traffic lights. Traffic was directed by persons in full British dress uniforms - white trousers with red stripe down the side, short navy blue jackets with gold buttons and epaulet adornments, navy blue "guard-type" hats and white gloves ... very stately, almost like London's changing of the guard. Our taxi dropped us off at the Straw Market ...

The Straw Market is difficult to describe ... located on a corner in a warehouse-type, crumbly stone building; part of it was inside, part in areas with no roof or ceiling. Bahamaian crafters displayed their wares
row by row right next to each other, not even "elbow" space in between. If you stopped to look at any one item, you were practically attacked! "You lika dis." "I tell you how much." "Cheap. We bargain." They kept following you! Scary ! There were scads of souvenir items with the required "Nassau" logo; handcarved woods, some of which you see in most vacation areas. Many crafters were weaving fans, placemats, etc. out of local straws, palm leaves and fibers and some were carving larger pieces out of nice woods. Very interesting, but you had to know what you wanted and search it out. It's a permanent place; most of the occupants probably come every day; it's their livelihood.

Down the street was a museum on slavery. We stopped in. It was very small ... only one very large room. A few glass cases held actual artifacts found in the Southern states and in Africa ... mostly the iron chains and branding irons used to keep them in captivity ... interesting. We left and went in search of The Pirate Cove.

Aigh, matey!! Nicely done, this little attraction; but we were hoping for a little info on actual pirates and their exploits in the area in days gone by. Was more like a Disney show for kids ... dark passages, beautiful mannequins, nice ship-side lore, pieces from actual treasures, etc. Enjoyable, but we were getting hungry. Time to find a place to eat.

Vivian knew of a place that had fresh fish and good seafood salads and was well-known ... we decided to give it a go. Called "Twin Brothers", it was a typical Florida open-air seafaring type restaurant with a host informing us that we could pick our fish from the cooler and they would prepare it to order. We took a pass because we had reservatons for a deluxe dinner in early evening and didn't want to over-indulge at lunch. The place is a noted Bahaman eatery, but not too impressive from outward appearance. It was crowded and we wanted to sit outdoors; we were seated upstairs on an open porch. We ordered a seafood sampler plate and side salads; the girls had their own conch fritters and seafood fingerlings.

To make a long story briefer ... half the order came, wrong salad dressing,
and the waitress was serving full orders to people who arrived after us.
When she finally came to see what "else" we wanted, she said she had forgotten the other items. She gave us our bill with everything on it plus tip. Needless to say, a mild tussle began, the manager said to take things off and left the building. Even the head honcho didn't want to deal with such inept behavior. Always somethng!!

We then bartered with a raggedy taxi driver about taking us home ... he wanted a much higher fare than other drivers and his van was rather unkempt ... Vivian talked her Cuban street talk; we decided to take it, but had to crawl over seats because the door wouldn't open all the way. We griped the entire way back to Compass Point; but the night was to be one of the finer aspects of our stay. Just could not wait ...

We scattered to our individual abodes and made preparations for the evening ... wait 'til you hear!

Marma

VACATION VARIANCE

My goodness, how time flies!! Unbeknownst to most everyone, this week has been a little different. Instead of sitting poolside, reading and waiting for that Sunday breakfast, a surprise trip had been planned ... a flight to the Bahamas!! O-oh, how exciting ...

Early Wednesday morning, Paul, Larry and I plus "three ladies across the yard" (Mary, Vivian and her daughter, Gabrielle) loaded P & L's truck with luggage and took off for the airport. There we boarded a small, crop-duster-type plane for Nassau - total time about one hour.

Upon landing, we hurried through the small airport in search of a taxi ... most transportation here seems to be vans with native Bahamaian drivers. (The vans themselves can be in varying degrees of "fitness".) We all piled in and Vivian sat in front as co-pilot; she had been to this particular resort before and knew the ropes.) She informed the driver that we needed to make two stops ... liquor store and grocery store (and without saying, the driver seemed to know which was the top priority!)

After purchasing a couple bottles of wine, soft drinks, Patron tequilla, Bacardi rum and various tropical delectables, we went to the grocery store. There, we bought fresh fruit, chips and snacks. Laden with bags, we re-entered the taxi and traveled to our resort.

Aproximately fifteen minutes later, we arrived at Compass Point. our home for the rest of the week. A beach community billed as a resort, but not of the Sandals or Atlantis variety, we were taken to our huts ... aptly named ...

Compass Point is a collection of brightly-painted, irregularly-shaped, randomly-spaced dwellings sitting atop weathered pilings. Part of the hut fits into the rocky landscape and the section over the pilings forms a roof over a picnic area complete with table, benches, cobblestone floors ... a locked cupboard built into one rocky wall houses plates, plasticware, a few pans, and ice buckets. Especially nice since all the goodies could be stored in one place instead of carrying back and forth. Everything is oceanside ... a wide cobblestone walk leads from the lodge and winds through the area. Now for our individual abodes ...

Paul & Larry had a large hut with full bath & shower, TV, microwave,small safe, closet, large dresser, desk, multiple lights ... all rough woods (even the shower flooring was wooden slats) wicker chair & lamp shades ... very tropical. Wooden stairs led up to their room and the picnic space was below. Now, my hut ...

The attendant was showing us our space (the girls were sharing a hut about three doors down the path from us) and she turned to me and said, "This is your room" and "This is your toilet" and "This is your shower" ...
I really thought she was giving me a choice; but my room was small ... nothing but a bed and TV ... and everything else was outside, in a separate
area (the toilet and basin were in a room under P & L's room). A stepping stone or two away was an outdoor shower, cobblestone floor ... just a wooden hut ... I asked her if this was really where I was to take my showers (it can get cool with that ocean breeze) and she smiled and nodded. More on this later ... (seemed rustic but appealing) ...

We unpacked, met outside, ate a few snacks and toasted to our arrival. We roamed the vicinity and went to rest before dinner at the lodge. The wind was building into gale-like proportions and a chill was in the air. Just oceanic turmoil ... a storm had hit other islands, but so far we were okay.

Before the ladies arrived, Paul, Larry and I had a drink at the bar ... and on the big TV ... Bulls vs Atlanta Hawks. When we moved to our table, the TV in the room at the end was on something else ... the waiter heard us talking and changed it for me ... we were out on a deck but I could see into the inside room. Unfortunately, the Bulls lost by one point ...

Dinner was delicious ... I had fresh grouper. We planned to meet for early breakfast and go into Nassau the next morning. Around 10:30 pm or so, we retired to our separate rooms ... news comes on at 11:00 pm in these parts (same as Florida) so I caught up on a few happenings and turned out the lights. I climbed into bed for an anticipated night's sleep ... and I mean that literally. The beds are on a high platform and you have to use a stool to get in or pole vault! Don't think Karen will be making reservations here ... the rest of you would laugh, wonder and call it a night!!

As has been said before, tomorrow is another day ...

Marma

REASONABLE RUMINATING

'Tis another day and I have two new books to keep me company ... nothing earth-shaking ... just a Kellerman mystery and one more Tudor tale. (Any suggestions for a good read would be appreciated!) Went to the book aisle in Costco expecting to have difficulty selecting something to read because of the large number of books; but the real difficulty was findng enough books. The Illinois Costcos usually have so many paperbacks alone that looking at the cover, author and short summary could take hours. Not so here in "suburban" Florida ... perhaps there is not enough demand for "English" reading in this vicinity ... at least at Costco ... oh, well.



It's Tuesday already and a lot of Oscar rehash has given way to new celebrities appearing on "Dancing With the Stars" ... no matter the hype, just who ARE most of these people? They are to "trip the light fantastic" but I predict more tripping than anything else. But, back to Oscar night.

Mid-afternoon did indeed beckon the pina colodas ... just getting in the mood for a gala evening. We changed into our formal attire (clean
T-shirts, shorts and bare feet), scanned a table of appetizers, filled our crystal wine glasses with wine and settled in. Paul must have been expecting 50 people with all the food and the stack of ballots ... realistically, we were keeping it simple! Pencils in hand (should have been pens to eliminate cheating), we looked over the list of nominations and made our choices. Don't have to add the fact that Paul, especially, guarded his list of selections from prying eyes ... as if we would dare to cheat!

As the evening went on and each category winner was announced, there was an audible victory shout or a more perfunctory cuss word. All in all, it was a most splendid evening ... ballots were collected; correct answers circled; the winner was given a slap on the back and a "not again" salute...
Fourth year in a row, yours truly "Marma" took the top prize - bragging rights over Paul! Actually, there was only one point difference. Perhaps next year ... he will just have to rig the thing, that is if he wants to win ...

New month already ... March 1st ... Lent begins, St. Patty Day and green beer, basketball tourneys ... so much to do ... party on!!

Marma

BATTLE OF THE BALLOTS

Unless you've been marooned on Discovery, the space shuttle, you must realize the entire week has been a glut of Oscar-related info. If you go to movies at all, you HAD to have formed an opinion about something. Paul has had award mania since the days when he held his own Paulie Award Dinner at The Mining Company in Geneva, IL. (Who could forget Paul's own movie version of "The Exorcist" starring "Lucan" as the devil's victim and Ken as the priest who exorcised... no jokes here ... that IS exorcised NOT exercised!)

Saturday, we just hung out. Paul had to go into work for a job fair. Later in the afternoon, we headed to South Miami in search of the West Elm store to make a purchase. That done, we grabbed a bite to eat at Cheese Cake Factory and headed home. Tomorrow is Sunday you know ... that means BREAKFAST!!

Larry met Daisy in one of his workout classes. Her husband, Eddie, works for a company that distributes ice cream and dairy products to hotels, resorts etc. internationally... Marriott Doral is one them. They invited us to go with them for a Cuban breakfast on Sunday morn; and who are we to risk friendship by refusing!

They took us to a small, cozy restaurant not far from our own neighborhood. Everything on the menu was in Spanish with English immediately below. Since they go there often, we asked what they suggested. Each listing seemed to "grow" in size (but only 50 cents in price) and it seemed like so much food. They said we could order Number One and one of us order Number Two (basically the same), except added croquettes, and share. Paul and I did that; let me tell you just what was included:
Two eggs, any style choice of ham, bacon or sausage
French fries or sauted potatoes
French toast (French-style loaves of
Cuban bread lightly toasted)
Cuban coffee con leche
Fresh orange juice (extra)
Two croquettes (Resembles large egg rolls, but different filling)

That meal was around $6.00 ... delicious ... and they explained what is basically different between Cuban and American breakfasts. Frankly, I think the most noticable difference was the price!!

It is now time to get down to serious business. At 11:30 am, Paul wanted to know if it was time for pina coladas ... well, maybe ... but he does get the machine ready. We change into our swimsuits and lounge by the new pool ... the sun moves higher into the sky ... Paul is getting anxious. One would think he is emcee at the Oscar ceremony instead of James Franco. (Actually, he probably would have been better.) We decide to come in and get ready for our annual Oscar TV marathon ...

You know! This thing has dragged on long enough ... you have probably heard who won the Oscars, but do you know the results of OUR balloting?

Suspense will keep you alert, my frozen ones ...


Marma

WORK OUT WORLD

Larry is out somewhere taking his "steps" class to strengthen his muscles and make him look like his former model self. I'm here thinking today won't be gym day for me because a pool guy is coming to school Larry on swimming pool maintenance. That's okay ... we can go into the pool this afternoon and, who am I kidding? Sunshine, cool, blue water and a pool- side mat sounds much more tantalizing than a bike machine in a semi-dark gym! Conditioning ... or tan? Come on!!

As for the Silver Sneakers classes, they have been different every time I've gone. We go to two different gyms, so the instructors are seldom the same. During the first session, most of the exercises were done sitting down. Didn't think that would accomplish much for me. The next time was more standing and more leg exercises - better. The next time ...

When they refer to us oldsters as senior citizens, there's a reason - age. Thankfully, I'm a little better off healthwise than a lot of those in the classes; but this day ... whew!! The instructor was probably a substitute but she would not allow sitting, no between times to sip water and the weight exeercises were brutal. I use 3-pound weights because I'm a newbie and am not sure what I can take (most use 1 to 2 lbs). Let's just say if that gal comes back to lead the group and won't pause, I'm going to lower weights; chicken that I am. I could keep up for the most part but many just put their things away and stood in the back for the next fifteen minutes. Was surprised, however, that I was not sore at all the next day or two. Must have done something right ...

All in all the exercise classses are somewhat mild but stimulating enough to get the blood flowing. (One day's class was a complete change-up ... all Yoga, complete with soft music and dim lights ... very nice.) They also have coordination intervals using a ball and a number of claps between tosses in the air ... okay to the "three" number and then it's retreat time ... dumb "ol' ledee" as Paul would say.

Do enjoy the bike machine ... Lance Armstrong will have nothing on me when I get that speed up and the mileage recorded!! For "cool down" period, we usually hit the grocery store on the way home. Don't know if Larry really needs to get groceries or if it's actually cooling down in the store air conditioning. Who cares! Larry cooks and Paul and I eat well!!

Posted a couple of pictures of the pool before (when Jonferes was here) and later (when it was filled). Quite a contrast ... take a look on Facebook.
There will be more, I'm sure, as we enjoy the company of the "gals across the yard"; the pool lit up with undewater night lights and the balmy Florida breezes. (Did I see snow forecast for you guys again? Reporters say Chicago may break their February-snow record this week. Don't fret ... Cubbies and Sox will regale us before long ... and, I suppose, the Cardinals!)

Thinking of you all, somewhat ...

Marma

BREAKFAST AND THE ARTS

Sundays and special breakfasts just seem to go together, whether at home or out ... this Sunday was "out"! Coconut Grove, a lovely suburb with lots going on all the time, has an annual art festival and that's where we headed. First, however, breakfast!



When we had been in this area before, we always saw the outdoor patio of this corner-resaurant crowded with people. Other spots near it had open seating and no apparent waiting. Could only mean one or two things ... good food, reasonable prices. We decided to try, even if we had to wait.



The Green Street Cafe has mostly outdoor dining. Situated on a corner, one side is for waiting convenience and having having a beverage of choice. The other longer side has many tables stretched over what seems to be half a city block. We arrived at a very good time, but still had to wait. This "waiting" spot was so different from typical Florida restaurants ... Louis XIV-style velvet, tufted love seats with little end tables topped in imitation marble ... the outside streets were festooned with many types colorful tropic flowers ... made the environment feel more like a courtesan garden than a restaurant patio.

We were called, seated at a small round table "around the corner" and given our menus. I liked the fact that it was not an extensive menu; basic breakfasts very well prepared. We were very hungry and devoured omelets filled with cheddar and various goodies, eggs benedict florentine and whole wheat toast one-inch thick ... a little mimosa and excellent coffee ... we were ready for the day!!

Seems more time is spent in describing food than our excursions ... eating outside in the sunshine is just so delightful, especially at this time of year. (Sorry, Midwesterners!) We were so lucky ... we turned down the street to the Green Cafe and pulled right into a parking space at the end of the block. That's unbelievable since last year we were late in going to this fest and had to return home because we couldn't even navigate down the streets to look for parking. We walked a few blocks and entered this huge exhibit with all types of art, a few culinary places in lobbies of the downtown buildings or on the lawns. Everything is in the center of downtown Coconut Grove and is their biggest annual affair. Artwork is beautiful for the most part, but is large and expensive ... jewelry and clay art and even smaller items are expensive. However, the one thing that was tempting to me were the Humpty Dumpty sculptures - large cookie jar sizes down to smaller versions - metal, humorous, different, well done. They were to adorn shelves or similar spots ... had one lying on the ground with an unhappy face and partially broken shell, the egg oozing out ... titled "Scrambled Egg" ... very cute! (Guess you had to be there!)

Took pictures next to various works ... I insisted on mine being taken by a big, red, metal bull ... all the better to honor my Chicago Bulls! Paul & Larry were interested in a few things ... they had their front room entry area with the two-story ceiling in mind, especially one large wall. Larry inquired about one huge piece and when the artist told him it was $10,000, we hurriedly moved on and purchased some roasted cinnamon nuts. A little more within our price range, to say the least.

We roamed around, saw many interesting but, for us, unattainable works of art. We did talk to an artist in one booth where they sold old, used lobster traps,repaired, refinished and made into frames for paintings of different fish. Jen & Jason had purchased a similar item last week when they were in Key Largo. The fellow, a Hemingway look-alike, told us that his main office and home was in Key Largo and that they probably purchased their art at his studio. We looked at the metal plate attached to each one and I do believe he was right ... should have asked for his autograph so the J's could have had one more vote of authenticity. Oh, well ...

And that was our Sunday ... got rather hot ... drank some coolers when we got home ... sat outside and watched Paul barbeque ... got three DVDs from the gals across the yard ... Oscar nominated films that are not in stores yet ... need we say more ?

Regional executives are at Doral this week, so Paul's days run into nights.
Pool is up and running (looks gorgeous) but we can't go in until the chemicals mix ... two or three more days ... and some of the paver tiles have shifted and the guys are supposed to come today to fix that. Am sure photos will abound when everything is ready to go. Thinking of you all. Hope the two Jens are liking their new jobs. Carry on! Easter is just around the corner ...

Marma of the Everglades

WEAK WEEK

Guess it's time to get down to basics ... Larry works out at Bally's every day and his little mind went haywire! He thinks my fleshy frame needs adjusting; so, he obtained the necessary paperwork, Jane obliged by locating and mailing my insurance card (to get the stuff paid for, not necessarily for what may happen), and Thursday I began what MAY be my daily workout sessions.

Love the title of the group - Silver Sneakers ... that should tell you something right there!! I think Larry knows everyone in the gym. He showed me where the exercises would take place, talked to a few ladies and, after locating proper equipment, said we would meet an hour later.

It was an experience, especially since I haven't done specified group exercises since I was in college. Don't laugh though - all you physically fit specimens - this first day was different. The ladies (and men) are mostly senior citizens so the equipment is as follows: a chair, weights, an exercise band and a rubber ball ... most of the activity was done sitting down except a moderately fast rhumba number with specified steps and leg lifts. After an hour of "getting fit", I met Larry and we drove home. We compared notes, laughed a little and tomorrow we will go to a different gym as this one does not meet on Fridays (my group). Wonder if I will be sore!

There may be a surprise in store for Paolo! The pool men (no, Hillary, not THAT kind of pool boy!) are in the pool itself coating the bottom and sides and spraying. They have been there almost all day and perhaps this is it!! We thought the pool would have a blue layer, but it just looks like concrete. Time will tell ... (One funny sight. The four men strapped huge sponges to their feet to keep water from soaking their shoes. Did they consider some sort of lightweight boots might do the trick? Oh, well ...)
We didn't tell Paul the pool men had shown up ...

Friday ... Larry and I were off to the "Miller" Bally's. Not much traffic so we got there early and Larry put me on a bicycle machine. What fun! I biked about four miles before the Silver Sneakers beckoned. This was an entirely different thing ... same excercises, standing up, faster, more leg work. We had the option to sit but most chose to stand. Felt the muscle "strain" more here ... a lady told me that when the entire class sits, they feel somewhat intimidated when too many stand. I suppose that's true, especially for the arthritic or lightly disabled. Two days ... we will see what next week brings.

Pool is finished and is filling with water. Paul won't know until he gets home. It will take 24 hours. When it was half-full, it began to look blue. The men told Larry that blue crystals in the coating would reflect and make a beutiful color ... they were right ... it's gorgeous! Paul came home and didn't even look outside ... we had to tell him to go check whatever. He was thrilled and we kept wandering and looking and anticipating ...

We can't actually go in the water until the chemicals are properly mixed and set, etc. They will come back and inspect and EVERYONE can take a dip. They said if we go in too soon, it would irritate our skin ... don't want that, right Jane?? It's so nice ... there are a few stone tiles along the outside edge that they have to be replaced before the new furniture is put on the patio, but I'm going to try to talk Larry into getting a picture of the pool itself. You will be so envious since it's still cold in Chicago!

Sun is shining brightly... Paul keeps pestering me... guess it's time to wrap this up and see what's on the agenda. Hang in there, friends! (Sorry the pool wasn't ready to look at when you were here Jonferes, Jason & Jen, but ... dream on!)

Hang in there, friends!

Marma

A TRIP TO THE CITY

Having come to Miami for a couple of years now, I decided it was time to go to - Miami. We go to Miami Beach, to South Beach, but Miami is an entirely separate destination ... frankly, what little I saw could be deemed
"didn't miss much" ...

As we ate our Sunday breakfast, Paul and I thought maybe we should catch one more movie on the Oscar list before award night. Larry asked me if I would like to go to the Miami Art Museum and when I answered in the affirmative, Paul shrugged ... guess he's just not into that sort of thing!
We bid the anxious doggies good bye and away we went ...

As we drove into the city in search of the museum, it was rather numbing.
Many cross-streets with overhead ramps and confining cement-clad support girders. The street pattern was very confusing and so many one-way restrictions that we had to go out of our way just to turn onto a street going in another direction. I didn't like the closeness and feeling of "no escape" if hurricanes or the equivalent came barreling through. Streets were littered, lots of graffiti, small park areas were almost empty ... guess Sundays are days to hit the beach, not museums!

We located the MAM (I'm trying to sound cool) ... it was a large, sprawling building typical of Florida architecture with vast outdoor spaces of tiles instead of lawn. We thought it would be a great place for a big, raucous party complete with different bands, lots of food, etc. Went inside (not too impressive) and up to the second floor where the artist's works that we had seen advertised in the paper were dislayed ... only two paintings by that artist (Rauschenberg) but a few odd-ball jobs by Rothenberg that made us laugh and be shushed by a petite gallery docent who kept an eye on Paul because he was carrying his phone (and you know how Paul loves to take random pictures). What made us laugh was ... the first painting was of a running horse, painted in a Navajo Indian sand-style, muddy maroons and faded blacks. The adjoining wall had just two legs of the horse, suspended in an odd juxtaposition, from strings, like a marionette ... in the same colors. Then there were paintings of the legs with the hooves touching "like a horse coming toward you, using the frontal parts to create a space to make you wonder." The little explanations by the paintings explained that the artist decided to take the "whole" (horse) and divide it into parts ... well, yeah ... and have about ten more paintings of pieces "to make you wonder" ... I wondered if she was in cahoots with a vet or a butcher ... enough of Susan R.

Actually, after really enjoying exhibits in the Chicago Art Museum and museums in New York. Montreal and San Francisco, I was surprised at all the space used for practically nothing ... even the other galleries on that floor were in brightly lighted areas with concrete walls, any small
sculptures were on what looked like concrete columns in corners, the description cards were just that ... ordinary index cards with typewritten info just lightly placed on the wall. It was not impressive ...

One thing I really enjoyed was the exhibition of the works of the winners of the Scholastic Art competition from the high schools. I couldn't believe the imagination of some of these artists ...works in all the fine arts media from the classics of oil painting and sculpture to photography and digital formats ... amazing.

Paul did sneak one fuzzy picture inside (much to my chagrin) and took one or two more outside just to prove we were there (On Facebook). Went home and watched an episode of Tudors while we ate ...

Valentine's Day, box of chocolates and ME!! I'm relishing that chocolate because for the last two years, V-Day came during Lent and that's when I seem to crave candy and dessert more than any other time ... guess that's why they call it "penance" ... a pool man came to make some plumbing adjustments; hopefully, soon we will have photos of a finished project surrounded by lounges and palm trees and us in bathing suits (that last item we can skip) ... another day and I hear Chicago area is to reach the sixties this weekend ... certainly hope so ... I just feel terrible down here thinking of you all shoveling snow ... carry on!!

Marma

FOND FAREWELL TO CHICAGOANS

A little rainy out there ... discussed a trip along Lincoln Street in South Beach, but Jason and Jen wanted to try a little of the much-talked-about Cuban cuisine in Little Havana. That's what we did! We took a trip to the same area we had been to when Jonferes was visiting ... the tiny Vietnamese restaurant, Hy Von, was across the street from The Versailles, an eatery noted for fine Cuban cusine. And, indeed, the cuisine was absolutely delicious ... in terms we've heard stated before, there was "ample sufficiency". Of course, when you test the light Cuban bread dipped in oil and spices, and wash it down with mojito or sangria or soda, you tend to eye the plates with an"o-oh, my" attitude. We feasted on roast pork with yellow rice, paella, Cuban assorted-food platter (everything served with fried plantains) and espresso-sized cups of Cuban coffee ... Whew!





With a couple of styrofoam containers in hand, we piled into the car for a constant "oh-I'm-so-full" ride home. Hate to tell you what's in store for the final evening of the J Bullocks' stay in Miami! You've probably already guessed part of it ... I'm ashamed to mention food again so soon; but, that's exactly what was in store for us Friday evening. We all retired to our respective rooms for a little rest before we began another marathon of sorts ... just seems to wear on you, all that climbing in and out of the car!


Heard sounds of activity and laughter in the kitchen ... Jen had opened wine and Paul was making whopping pina colodas while Jas' opted for a brewski ... just gearing up for a dinner engagement (yep, you're reading that correctly!). Vivian and Mary, the gals across the yard, (they seemed to have gained that title permanently - for shortened identification) invited everyone over to bid farewell and safe trip to the "relatives from Chicago". Very fun and congenial evenng ...


Last year when I came to visit and met the gals for the first time, they had told of their many trips and purchases they brought back with them. Mary took Jen & Jason to their"Moroccan room" at the front of the house. The area is furnished with all things eclectic ... two sofas covered with textiles from Morocco; three stunning enlongated lights of amber crystal, in

graduated sizes, hanging from chains from the two-story high ceiling; over-sized mirror and painting of "Girl with the Pearl Earring" sitting atop a high ledge by the stairway; hand-pierced bronze sconces on each side of the doorway; a huge, actual window frame of intricately-carved hand-rubbed walnut resting floor-to-ceiling in the passageway from kitchen to dining room; and, of course, many accessories - small original paintings, colorful ceramic bowls and tiny plates; and, as Jason asked, "Is that a hookah?" Indeed is was - beautiful - from Morocco. (Should have taken a picture of it for Emily's repertoire!)

Mary and Vivian told us many tales of their travels Mary brought in her prized possession from Peru ... an authentic, boiled-wool hat she purchased from a native as they went through a village. It was a very small size ... we all tried it on; it just sat on top of our heads. Mary was proud of it because it was a difficult purchase ... the natives do not want to relinguish their native finery.

We dined on roasted flank steak, rice, black beans, haberno sauce (for all the Bullocks), spiced curry (not Indian curry, according to Vivian) and, a favorite, plantains. Mary's mother had made us the MOST delicious flan you've ever tasted ... even gave Jen and Jason a container to take home. Being that it is not "flyable", the three remaining Florida dwellers are enjoying it to the nth degree, (Thanks, fellow diners!)

After many hugs and hospitable "thank yous", we all waddled through the back gate, sank into our own TV room seating and talked about the next morning's trip to Chicago ...

Saturday dawned (earlier than we're used to), Jason & Jen pulled their luggage to their car and our farewells included "good luck" wishes for Jen in her new job; better-look-for-another-car advice for Jason (else he'll be stranded as Jen commutes to Oak Brook); and our own promise to keep all advised of the non-progress of the still-to-be-finished pool.

We had homemade waffles for breakfast and just lazed around the rest of the day ... just thinking about (and digesting) all that food.

That's it for now,

Marma

EVERGLADES AND ALLIGATORS

It is so hot and sunny that the doggies don't even mind staying in the house. Not us, however ... the "J's" are raring to go and I've been wanting to visit the Everglades for some time; so we're going to do that very thing. Paul is working and Larry has to stay home because the pool electrician finally showed up. (Perhaps it won't be too long before the new pool is ready to fill!) The three of us are going for an airboat ride amongst the alligators and other swamp life ... exciting!



The Safari spot isn't too far away and we arrived minutes before the next boat was to take off. Each airboat (a heavy water vehicle with a huge outboard motor propelled by large fan-type blades) holds twenty people seated no more than five abreast. The boat travels across the swampy water (laden with lilypad-type plants) effortlessly because it's kinda airborne ... goes fast, pausing for us to see large alligators sunning themselves on logs or muddy rocks. The navigator explained alligator habits and told of the other wildlife - turtles, birds, snakes (ugh). We learned a few things about the plant-life, the local Indians and how they used almost everything to live. Interesting and not too heavily laden with scientific terminology.

While we were stopped to listen to the navigator, ask questions and take pictures, Jason really didn't care for the large alligator swimming up to the boat. He took a picture, but sat down rather hastily when the 'gator touched his snout to the boat (on Jason's side) and Jas' began to wonder if these reptiles ever tried to climb in. He just didn't care for that sort of thing ... and those dudes are really big; thrashing about and swimming to a destination that only THEY know about. Our airboat resumed its trip, much to Jason's relief, and he questioned the navigator about alligator "attacks". She said they are relatively "leery" of humans unless provoked. In the seven years she's been there, she had to use her"weapon" perhaps five times. That said, Jason was glad he didn't have to alligator wrestle!!

The entire trip was approximately 40 minutes. We went to a small amphitheater where a gal told us about alligators and crocodiles and demonstrated a few things. Upon leaving, she offered a small, baby 'gator to anyone who wanted to hold it. Jen said absolutely "no way"; I momentarily thought about it (really momentarily). Guess who stepped up and had his picture taken holding the little guy? Yep ... Jason!!

We left to return home, stopping on the way at Ray's BBQ ... pit-roasted meats (all kinds, even alligator) served outside, ranch style. Nice breezy place for our midday repast. We hit the road again, passing a large Casino that the "J's" and Paul were going to hit; but time is running out ...

Paul still working; Larry still with the electrician. The three of us decided to soak up some of that sun. We donned our beach apparel and made a trip to nearby Doral. Very refreshing! Tonight we're grilling out ... burgers (with Jen's famous carmelized onions), hot dogs, chips, etc. Talk of the Chicago Bullocks making their return trip home ... a glance at American Idol show ... laughter ... to bed for the night ... Tomorrow??

Guess this is where I leave you all. By the by - any pictures related to trips hither and yon have been posted on Facebook. Guess that's easier than adding them here.

Love to all,

Marmaduke

MEANDERINGS . . .

Tuesday and Wednesday




It's early in the day ... gray, cool, windy ... sun trying its best to make us smile. Books are on the agenda ... lay back, read, perhaps write ... just laze around and contemplate whether to start with fiction, non-fiction or just pick up a magazine ... magazine won out for now.



Jen and Jason are still in Key Largo ... will return sometime this evening ... more than likely with all kinds of adventure-related tales. In the meantime, I'm going outside, lean back in the wicker chair and turn my face to the sun ...



Later now! Paul's home early and the "J's" have called to say they will be in after dinnertime. Larry, Paul and I will go to The Boneless Fish for our dinner. Sounds very interesting ... time will tell.


The Boneless Fish is a nice little restaurant nestled along the edge of a strip mall ... bustling with waitresses dressed like chefs, explaining the menu (mostly seafood prepared in so many ways) and advisng us about wines, etc. Vivian and Mary joined us later and we ate away ... diablo shrimp in a garlic creme sauce over spinach linguini, fish (tempura batter) and chips, breast of chicken with goat cheese, a potato salad and sides, large entree salad ... that was OUR menu selection and delicious it was! Home to watch American Idol and see when the Largo sightseers wander in ...

It's late ... Jason and Jen straggle in after a day of scenic travel along the highway to Keys locations ... everyone is tired ... tomorrow is another day!

Will be dreaming of sun light and palm trees interspersed with cold
mounds of fluffy snow and thinking of my li'l chilluns shivering in the zero temperatures of a Midwestern winter ... but take a look at your calendars! Easter is closer than you think ...

With these thoughts in mind, I remain,

Yore Mawma

RAREFIED ELOQUENCE OF DINING & QUAFFS

Did you ever have one of those days when you tried to be clever and think up phrases or blog titles that would entice people to randomly scroll through your day's meanderings; but only have words pop into your mind that had absolutely no connecton with the project at hand?? This is one of those days ... strange words more attune to an English compositon or a list of flowery, medieval terminology that no one understands ... thus the above title of the Blog of the day ... perfectly meaningless!!

Paul left for work after telling us the night before that he would be in a regional meeting in Brisbane Bay. We planned to meet him in that area at the end of the day; so our plans for any sightseeing, or eating for that matter, must necessarily be directed in that direction. Fairchild Botanic Gardens beckoned us on this bright, warm, sunny day and away we went, hopefully for an adventure at least equivalent to the age-old penny walk.

After arriving and parking the car, we climbed on to a tram to begin our docent-narrated tour of the grounds. Quite lovely and technically interesting but for one small irritation ... the lady telling us stories of exotic flowers and tropical plants held the microphone too close to her lips at times; thus producing the erased-word sounds of mike feedback and adding to the growing discomfort of those seated immediately in back of her - the four of us!! (One interesting note - as she was explaining the
uses of one plant, under its technical name, she said most of those on the tram probably didn't know what the plant was most noted for - except the little lady in the first seat nodding her head ... the plant was tequila and the gal nodding her head? Yes, Jen! Isn't she so-o knowledgeable?

We were going to go closer to Miami for lunch; but on our way in search of a restaurant with fresh oysters, Paul called and said he would be delayed past his estimated 5:00 pm time because the regional manager wanted o discuss some things. We decided to drive across the Bay bridge anyway to get a look at the area and have lunch there ... perhaps more substantial midday fare and have a later dinner at home whenever Paul arrived. My goodness! How fast plans are made, rearranged, thrown out and restaged.
You won't believe the fun-time we had just winging it ...

After we crossed the bridge, drove past the hotels and Pauls place of meetings, we decided to try fresh fish at The Rusty Pelican (ever keeping in mind that Jason had not yet had oysters.) When we turned off the highway to go to the RP, we saw a sign for Rickenbacher's Fish Company and decided to try that because we were already there and it looked really interesting. Great re-choice!!

We went through the regular dining room to the outside deck ... large bar running down the center ... bar-height tables along the outside rails and open booths in other parts of the room ... ocean breezes, next to a large boat marina, scenic view of Miami buildings, ambiance was all very "Floridaish" ...we all loved it. After ordering drinks (what else?), we decided to have a selection of appetizers ...the two J's had 24 of the freshest, most delicious oysters (that was their full-mouthed opinions as they doctored the half-shells) plus an array of seafood - coconut shrimp, clam chowder, platter of peel-and-eat shrimp, a festive container of mixed seafood spread ... so-o-o delicious and fresh with the outside ocean air and hot sun and ... oh, well -I'm sure you snowbound, winter-coated sprites get what I mean.

Larry said he would take us through the Brickell area, a Miami neighborhood where they had gone with people from work. We were just going to drive through but it was rush hour and we decided to stop for -
yes - appetizers and drinks ... only because we HAD to wait to go home! We are NOT gluttonous lushes, you know!! Come on now, this is an adventure ...

We parked and roamed the neighborhood ... trees all decorated with those small Italian lights. The merchants must have all agreed to do this because any large tree trunks were all wrapped in the lights and it made the streets seem like carnival time. A huge sculpture of Samson pushing over those Corinthian columns was in the very center of a little park behind these buildings. Perhaps a photo will show up later, but Jen admired Samson ALOT!

Larry said we should go inside Perriconi's market-cafe that I'd been in last year and I really didn't think I had ever been there. He even said Jonferes was with us. After we got a table in the outdoor streetside area, Larry said he would take me back into the restaurant to "jog my memory".
Kinda felt like one of those poor souls whose memory is fading and they need a few "reminders" ... actually had been there before, but for lunch. Looked entirely different at noon, but what "jogged" my memory was the huge tree growing through the roof in the outdoor "rustic" area ... Jennifer and I had lunch there with the boys and if definitely was good food. The restaurant was built around the tree instead of cutting it down. Awesome!

We decided to call Paul and tell hm to meet us instead of going home. We feasted on a beautiful baked brie appetizer surrounded with an apricot almond syrup and lots of fresh fruit ... in keeping with the season, handcrafted heart-shaped crackers were added. This time we thought we would have a little change of pace ... sangria.

We decided to cross the street and wait for Paul at The Blue Martini. However, with her ever discerning eye (and the overly-loud synthetic music blasting away), Jen discovered they wanted $9.00 for a glass of wine that you could buy anywhere for $8.00 a bottle ... a mediocre brand at that. We decided to leave and notify Paul of our relocation. Jas checked out a restaurant called "Don't Call Me Delores" but we opted for one on the corner ... looked cool ... Rosa Mexicana.

Now this was Mexican dining! The gringo made our quacamole tableside with all fresh veggies, warm crispy chips. Waiters very attentive, patient -
Paul has now joined us, by the way, and is very hungry. Can't seem to understand our reluctance to order fast and big. Oh, if he only realized all that had preceded this little dietary sojourn. We did get it all done, however. Many laughs ... really different decor ... one large blue wall with a constant skim of running water interspersed with full lines of identical alabaster figures all doing a perfect swan dive ... haven't seen that particular idea for a water wall ... cool!

Someone was having a birthday party in another room. From all the singing and laughter, it will probably become somewhat bawdy before the evening ends ... the mariachi band members were warming up by the front door as we left ... a more formal group, clad in jet black Mexican-type suits, big black sombreros all edged with a tasteful splash of gold ... classy band ... classy eatery. Now the road trip back to our domicile ...

One thing more: as we turned the corner we noticed the "River Oyster House" ... a place recommended to us for Jason's oyster-appetite satisfaction. Needless to say, we will have to try that at another time.

Jason & Jen are going to Key Largo today (Tuesday) ... just received a phone picture from them letting us know they got there okay ... guess of what ... a huge plate of oysters... will that do it???


Well, it's time to think about cutting back ... on food ... on wine ... on pina coladas ... but who are we kidding? It's Miami, it's winter in Chicago, and it's time to enjoy... I say "party on" ... after all, wouldn't you??

Marma

MORE FUN IN THE SUN

Halleluiah!! Super Sunday is over ... helmets, shoulder pads, etc. packed away until next year. Did I say PACKED?? Guess at least most Mammossers and two Drahoks will be happy until next season ... then??

Jason & Jen arrived late Saturday eve. Watched Amy Sedaris' old TV series episodes (Strangers with Candy) while sipping beer and wine accompanied by snacks ... plans for tomorrow materializing.

Sunday - daybreak - Jen wandering around trying to be nonchalant about her eagerness to soak up all things sun. (Caught her texting family & friends, taunting them about 80-degree weather vs. additional snow. Know just how she feels!) Journeyed to church with Paul and doggies. Jen & Jason were already out surveying various parts of the neighborhood. Larry preparing what turned out to be a very delicious brunch with cups of fruit parfait, fahitas, croissants and cold, delicious mimmosas. Outside, of course, with neighbors joining us. Have to plan around "clock-watching" today; 'tis Super Bowl Sunday, you know ...

Decided to don our beach apparel and go to Hollywood Beach - went there last week with Jonferes - because it's alot closer than South Beach and not as crowded. Sun and sand most of the afternoon, with a side trip for liquid refreshment ... O'Malley's Ocean Pub ...live music, ocean breezes, beau coup laughter (that's French, Karen), and a glance at the clock ... time to exit!!

With an hour and a half to spare, Jen & Jason made a trip to the grocers to survey the local tidbits. Jen (who is KNOWN for her carmelized onions) began a pear, carmelized onion and goat cheese pizza ... absolutely delicious! All food home prepared - pepperoni pizza, two humus spreads with pita triangles and a great seafood salad brought in by, yes, the gals "across the yard". Time for the game ...

With choice of beer, wine, sodas, pina colodas or margueritas, we settled in for the Packers vs. Steelers game. (Priest at church, by the way, let it be known that the main office for his mission was in Racine, Wi and his fellow priests would deport him if he even suggested voting for the Steelers!) (Much muttering amongst church attendees as Steeler fans began voicing their choice out loud - hillarious!)

Good game ... sigh of relief as Steelers "snuck up" on the Pack and they, in turn, held that team back ... the Lombardi winning credo poster I gave Jay for Christmas must have been a good luck charm.

Wish you ALL could be here enjoying this wonderful weather!! We are going somewhere soon ... they (Larry and the "Js") are discussing possibilities ... Paul is attending a meeting at Biscayne Bay so we will meet up with him near the end of his worktime ... Jason is DYING for fresh oysters ... if he doesn't get some soon, he just might mutiny! Can't have that, so we will go in search and record our findings.

Lots of picture-taking ... perhaps some will appear - someplace, sometime.
Until our plans evolve, I will leave you in your snowdrifts enjoying your visions of a vacation in Florida!!

Marmason

INTO THE SUNSHINE/2011

With visions of bright sun, towering palm trees and dry, iceless walkways, Jonferes and I boarded a plane to Miami filled to capacity, by the way, with chattering, mostly female, tourists heading via cruises to different exotic locations. We were content to think warm, coatless, sandy beaches and cool drinks!!


Actually arrived a half-hour early. Larry picked us up; Paul came home at about the same time. Out came El Presidente beer, choice of wine and soft drinks, accompanied by a little something to eat because Mary & Vivian, the ladies across the yard, were coming for dinner after work. Larry and Paul tried a shrimp salad-type dish (atop soft, warmed tortillas) from new Rick Bayless cookbook, added Spanish rice, Flan for dessert - superb start to warm-weather festivities.


Guess it ís time to discuss what you've ALL been waiting for -- the pool! Jennifer was the first in; rested on a new float; glanced disgustedly at the water; smiled for the camera; took a sip of cold beer and climbed out! It ís all there but not complete. P & L are waiting for inspector's final okay before area around pool is finished; plus workers are taking their time about showing up ... Estimate with two to three FULL days work, all would be complete. Now, to get those workers here!


Saturday eve, all six of us went to a neighborhood Vietnamese restaurant. Very small - owner, one cook, a waiter, busboy and a bartender-of-sorts (because most everyone orders Sappora Japanese beer). Only two serving times - 6:00 pm and 8:30 pm - we went early; really good food; dining experience because it ís a very slow, laid-back atmosphere. (Jane! The drop of hot sauce we drizzled on our plate rivaled David's jalapeno seeds to the nth degree!!)


Next day - Sunday, church (and Jennifer accompanied me), nice breakfast at home, then off to see movie "True Grit" - very good; decided to move to the theater next door and take in "Barney's Version" - kind of a two-fer-one deal!! Now time for dinner - near Bahama Breeze; so-o, coconut shrimp, tower of onion rings, Bahamaritas, etc. Whew!! Homeward ...


Monday dawned and it was time to "clock-watch" as we had to keep track of Jonferes plane-time back to the Chicago arctics. Decided to go to South Beach for lunch but had to make a side trip first. While walking the dogs Sunday eve, P & L came across a mud-and feces-encrusted little dog huddled, and unable to see, near the park. Paul took his sweater off, wrapped the doggie up, and brought him/her home. It was a black & white cocker spaniel mix, had cataracts and long ears so laden with soil from dragging the ground that the dog couldn't hold its head up. Offered him water - no deal; offered food, likewise. Paul put a few bits of dog food on the floor and he gobbled it up. Guess he wasn't used to dishes and fine dining!


Doggie turned out to be a "she" - older, a fairly new mother. P & L bathed her; put her into the laundry room overnight. Called to find a shelter and we took her there on Monday morn. Trouble was, it was huge place; also provided animal care, etc. and we would have been there most of the day. We brought her back home; went to South Beach to an Italian restaurant "where Italians go to dine" ... (They let us eat there, however, in spite of our ethnic background!) Took Jennifer to the plane and discussed the news that Chicago was due for a blizzard depositing a possible 9 to 12 inches of snow; bid her a "good luck" farewell; and drove home feeling so sorry for you Chicago-area people who may be somewhat inhibited by all the additional snow.


Long blog - perhaps more newsworthy next time. Bulls won again - Super Bowl on Sunday (Ellen DeGeneres for the Pack); Jen & Jason expected to watch it with us, hopefully by the pool ...

Been having computer difficulties, thus the delay. For pictures usually inserted hither and yon in Marma Blogs, go to my Facebook page. (You MUST see Jonferes IN the pool!) Larry said it was easier adding pictures there ...

Views of the blizzard that left Chicago area mounded in snow looked awesome from afar. However, my escape to the heat and humidity of Florida, relaxing with a good book and glass of wine makes me feel ...
(how shall I say it) ... just ... "wish you were here!"

Have a "sportsman-like" Super Bowl Sunday!!

"Miami Marma"












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