Billy Goats At My Door

Billy Goats At My Door

Friday, May 17, 2019

May 17, 2019, The Beach, Destin and a Walk Around Beachwood Villas.

























May 17, 2019, The Beach, Destin and a Walk Around Beachwood Villas.  The time passes slowly here on the beach at Seagrove.  There are sections of the beach which are not populated.  There are other sections with color coordinated beach chairs and umbrellas.  After walking a while yesterday, Annie suggested we sit in the prearranged chairs.  I noticed that some were marked reserved.  Others were not.  

Annie found a couple of chairs which were not reserved.  We sat in the chairs and looked across the white sand and out on the emerald water.  We were just settling in when a young man came up behind us and asked if we wanted to rent the chairs.  Well, no, we just figured that someone with a Midwestern sense of generosity had set them out for aging beach walkers.  

He said that he gets paid to set them out and his boss expects him him to collect rent from the people who sit in them.  So, how much to rent them for  an hour, I asked.  Twenty dollars per hour and fifty-five dollars for the whole day.  I didn't tell him, but that was half a month's rent in the first house we rented in Belton.  I had a little trouble getting out of the chair, but get out I did.  Annie was a little slower, so I gave her a hand.  That's what we do it in the Midwest.  

We drove to Destin today, 25 miles west of here, to have lunch at Dewey's Destin seafood place.  I started to call it a restaurant, but that glorifies it too much.  You enter the parking lot by driving along a gravel road ruled by Herons.  The drive in isn't very appetizing.  However, the food is really good and most of the patrons dine al fresco, on the water.  We like Dewey's.  We like the food and we like the fact that it is named after Annie's dad.  

We walked around the villas tonight.  It is well maintained although I'd judge it to be 30 years old or older.  

We have no plans for tomorrow.  Maybe we'll go east tomorrow.  There is a dog festival in St. Andrews.  Maybe we'll go there.  Maybe we won't.  That's the wonderful thing about having free time.  It really doesn't matter how you use it.  

Goodnight.  


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