We drove Doug's mom back to her house after Thanksgiving and have been busy doing chores, including raking and burning huge quantities of leaves.
Being a good Southern Christian woman, she has her priorities straight, as seen on her coffee mugs.
Brrr. The water was a brisk 69.6 degrees fahrenheit for my swim in the Gulf yesterday morning. According to the internet: Statistics for 21 Nov (1981–2005) – mean: 75 °F, range: 73 °F to 78 °F
So, not only was it chilly, it was record setting chilly.
When we told our Florida neighbors that we were bringing our hot tub, they said they couldn't imagine ever using a hot tub in this climate. I am here to testify that there is no better way to stop shivering after a cold swim than to soak in our hot tub.
Doug's favorite line in the signs scattered through the park is: "Do not swim with alligators." He seems to think that warning is rather obvious. I think that it impedes on my right to swim; but I will obey the signs, for now.