This morning, it seemed like it was time to begin breaking camp. Washed all the beach towels. Stashed all of my stuff carefully away in the closets and cabinets. (Stuff: one pair of cheap but much loved yellow and blue fins, one blue yoga mat, one omelet pan, and one wetsuit.) I don’t expect to see any of this stuff again. But if I do, I will be happy. My snorkel mask and pipe, they are coming home with me.
Checked out Kona coffee selection at my grocery store. They don’t have any of this year’s prize winners – but – no one does. Friend Paul will have to make do with good Kona coffee. Not this year’s greatest. The prices are for 6 to 8 ounces.
The Twilight Zone. One of the unfortunate side effects of old age is the complete failure of the epidermis. Skin is supposed to keep the inside in and the outside out. This convinced me that a tattoo was a very bad idea.
Really strange afternoon. My rental unit changed ownership during my stay. The new owner stopped by. Don’t think she had ever seen the joint. Or shall we say really looked at it. I showed her around then we went out for happy hour. She will take me to the airport.