After our breakfast and swim yesterday we drove to the pier again.  There was less traffic, but there were more cars already at the beach area.  Still, with our shiny new sticker, we had no trouble finding a parking place.

We followed the same routine as before; I walked to the pier and back, and sat and read while my sweetie took a longer walk down the beach.  I was sitting on the bench listening to Follies on my iPhone, when I realized that a couple who had just come up from the beach were talking to me, so I yanked out my earphones so I could hear them.  They’d seen us go onto the beach together, so they recognized my sweetie (“your husband” is what they called him; we’ll accept that) as having been just below the stairway.  (There is a stairway at just about every block, from the parking area down to the beach; some of them are marked with the avenue, but not all, and 14th Avenue South is (alas) not marked.)  So I went to the top of the stairs and stood there until my sweetie spotted me.

We drove home, detouring because one of the gates didn’t work properly, and put ourselves together and had some lunch.  Soon after lunch we had a visit from our cousins, bearing (yum!) frosted brownies. We chatted about a wide assortment of things for a while, and then I realized it was after four.  We had a dinner reservation at six, and I was going to need to rest for a while, so we said good-bye to them.

I took a bubble bath (no lavender; this was gardenia, but pretty mildly scented), and stretched out for a while.  Then we got dressed and went to the club.  It was very busy.  It took quite a while for them to take our order.  I didn’t really see anything on the menu that appealed to me, and I ended up ordering veal marsala, even though I knew the sauce wasn’t really what I wanted.  They brought our first course promptly, but there was a long wait for our entree.  (An hour after we entered the dining room we were still waiting for it.) And then all four of us were disappointed in our dinners.  The manager stopped by to ask how things were, and my mother told him.  He said that we could have asked to have any of the items prepared more simply.  (Now he tells us.)  Okay, so they’ll know for next time. But that was disappointing, and very tiring.

Today our friends from the Other Side of the state are coming back over, and have offered help getting the computer and the printer to talk.  I’ll be glad of that.  I didn’t even try yesterday.  (I have discovered, thought, that the scanner is working just fine– from the computer.  That is, I can click a button on the computer and the scanner scans.)

We’ve had our morning walk, and our breakfast.  I have a load of laundry in the dryer; when it comes out we’ll take our swim.