This blog post has taken forever. I started it about five days ago, was interrupted, and that was that. I am finally getting back to it and even if I have to stop mid-sentence, it gets published!
Cold air, at least for Florida. It is a brisk but sunny 57 degrees here today, but expected to warm up later this week. Nonetheless, no complaints from this northerner!
The visitors continued through mid-January, with my dear friend Marlene Cohen from London spending a week with me. We sewed and generally relaxed -- with nonstop talking, lots of wonderful meals, and some nice walks.
We visited the Norton Museum in West Palm; I love their collection of American art and always find something new there. I can't remember whether I have noticed this Stuart Davis before, but it made me smile this time around.
There was a troop of young women sunbathing and they were all wearing bikinis that were blue and yellow. We could only assume they were all members of a sunbathing team. Can't think what else it would have been.
At any rate, it costs $5/hour to park on the street next to the beach and you can only use a credit card in the machine. We couldn't figure out whether it had taken Marlene's card or not, since it did not give receipts. We felt a bit uneasy about it, so as soon as we saw a police car, we asked for help, explaining that we couldn't be sure whether we had paid or not. He asked our parking spot number and then said "oh, I just left you a $60 ticket."
This was our next stop, as we went in search of the Parking Chief to tell our tale of woe.
It was truly a lovely experience. Alice, the elegant woman who was a volunteer in the parking department, was as charming as could be. She provided us with two
bottles of water while we waited for the chief of Parking Police to finish dealing with a person who had to go to court because he had been driving an unregistered vehicle.
To make the story short, I must give the Palm Beach police kudos for pleasantness, politeness, and a real effort to help. Without going into detail, suffice it to say that we left with the water, a packet of tissues, and a voided ticket. The next day, we went to a different beach, where the parking was free. Thank you, Ms. Brown. You are truly a gift who went out of your way for me.
Here is a photo of Marlene and me at the bus station, the day she left.
I am not mid-sentence but I am signing off, nonetheless. Otherwise this post will become as long as Beowulf.