We’re Living at the Cape
No one calls it that, just me. Then I laugh at my own stupid joke.
We haven’t been here long enough to have a new routine, which makes the days fly by. We chase hidden gems suggested by neighbors. Like, letting us know where the peacocks are hanging out these days. Wait, peacocks!? For sure, these peacocks walk around like they own the place.
There is also the cool-factor of watching the sunrise over the Atlantic, then set over the Banana River. From our front door it’s about 1200 steps until your toes are in the sand, (150 more steps gets you to “our spot” on the beach.) Only 100 steps to the brackish waters of the Banana River. It’s a very narrow strip of land we’re on. Anyway, check out these pics I took on the same day, 14 hours apart:
Living at the Cape (haha) is like the ultimate place for being casual. Zero thinking required. So, if you’ve got a 6:00am sunrise call, you throw on your swimsuit, coverup and flip flops – just don’t forget the camera. If you’ve got to make a run for milk… swimsuit, coverup and flip flops. If you want to get fancy, put on a Moo Moo.
Our home is simple. We make every effort to work with what we have, and it feels good. The move made me realize my priorities may be a little out of whack. I moved a dozen potted plants here, yet we didn’t have a dining table, any sort of chairs, a sofa… We are limiting ourselves on how we build on what we have. And going cheap is the name of our game.
Have you ever purchased a couple of cheap TV trays with the intent to decoupage the heck out of ’em, to make them YOURS?
Only to discover that Andre Orpinas Country Barn Scenes are not your average TV trays?
We bought these for $10.00, and turned them into this:
And here’s something I bet you never thought about. Living in the (sub)tropics means you get to own a sofa that looks like this:
You know, there are all sorts of new freedoms living on the coasts of Florida.
Maintaining our intention of staying safe, and not add to the lunacy of Florida, we are learning the best times to be at the beach. Sunrise for example. The weekends are definitely more crowded, however if you get there at 4:30pm or later, you’ll notice most people are leaving. We have “our spot” at the beach and for whatever reason, it has always been available for us. The waves here are small and wimpy – Granny Waves. You can walk about 50 steps into the ocean and it will not even come to your waist. I wonder if this will change in a different season? One thing’s for sure: we’ll be here to find out. Oh, and, I’m looking into buying stock in sunscreen.
Here are a few pics of what a daily walk might look like.
Staying Safe in the Least Safe State
It is insane how bad this pandemic is being handled, especially in Florida. Woody likes to call our Governor Trump Junior. That’s how bad it is. Messaging is ambiguous, cases are increasing, people are dying, hospitals are on overload, but there’s one thing we know for sure: be ready to go to school just like always. Except this is not a just like always year.
Hmmm. . . Think I’ll pack up the beach bag and walk out to the cape. Whoa, doesn’t sound like such a stupid joke anymore.