Maybe You Had to be There

After a day of Mr. Lincoln sitting at the pool picking up all the scuttle butt of the condo, and my sitting by the gulf reading and listening to Wilson Pickett on my I-Pod, we decided that we would catch the sunset. Because our lodging is on the east end of an island that has a dog leg, we have to travel a bit west in order to really see the sun set. Our favorite spot for viewing the close of the day is on Captiva, so we quickly dressed and headed to the next island. Sadly, our estimation of sunset occurring sometime after 6:00 was off by a few minutes. We now know that the sun sets sometime BEFORE 6:00. So, as the day reached its spectacular denouement, we were driving without even a peek of its beauty. It also means that Mr. Lincoln did not get to make the sizzling sound similar to water hitting a hot skillet that he always makes when the sun seemingly drops into the ocean. We moved on undaunted looking for a place for dinner. While Mr. Lincoln can eat his weight in butter, and I can eat mine in sugar, food, for the most part, just doesn't hold that much fascination for us which can make picking a dinner spot either very easy or very difficult. Last night was fairly easy. We were on a short, narrow street on Captiva Island where there are several restaurants. We discussed the possibility of one, but I remembered that it is pretty pricey, so we chose to eat outside at the less expensive one across the street. Our waiter was an extraordinarily friendly sort who reminded me of a full-sized Tyrion from The Game of Thrones. He told us to sit anywhere, and Mr. Lincoln chose a table back in the corner. Thank goodness he did. About the time we were seated, a guitarist began to prepare to play for our dining pleasure on a small stage set up in a corner across the patio from us. In the meantime across this narrow street a saxophonist was beginning his set on the patio of the pricey restaurant. One would expect on a patio in a restaurant on an island a man with a guitar and baseball cap would probably play a little Jimmy Buffett or some similar type music. While I am not exactly sure what genre was being played, I am fairly certain it was not Jimmy Buffett, Bob Marley nor any other recognizable music. It was quite frenetic, no catchy tunes, sounding quite a bit like a fellow in his den practicing his scales....very rapidly. In the meantime, the saxophonist must have been having an extremely hard day as the mournful tones of his saxophone traveled across the street to assail our ears. It was a manic/depressive cacophony of non-island music. Our guitarist also fancied himself a comedian in the vein of Mitch Hedburg and proceeded to explain why a 12-string guitar is called a 12- string guitar (it has 12 strings; ba-dum-bum), and what the difference is between a 6-string guitar and a 12 -string guitar (6 strings). For those who know us, it will come as no surprise that Mr. Lincoln and I got really tickled, and not at the comedy. No one else in the entire restaurant seemed to see the humor, but at one point, I was in danger of spewing lobster bisque out my nose. It was that wheezy laugh that comes only when we are really tickled, and it is not appropriate to just let out a belly laugh. That is one of the joys of "marriage maintenance;" the mutual appreciation of the humor in life that perhaps others do not see....or maybe it is not really there and we just have warped senses of humor. I don't really know. It does not really matter. We left our island restaurant after a delicious meal, went to the grocery and bought sweets for dessert, rented Looper, sat (or slept) through the first 90 minutes of it, realized that neither of us understood nor were enjoying it, and called it a day. We need our energy to hold down those chairs at the beach and pool. So, for today, I wish you an island kind of joy, and I wish you Blessings I am typing this on an I- Pad,and find that sometimes blogs written here do have paragraph breaks, and sometimes not. I figure it is the operator who is causing the problem, I just do not know how to remedy it. So, I apologize. A blog with no paragraph breaks can be quite tedious to read.