As our baggage all but disappears from the apartment one becomes instinctively inclined to peripheral motives only. When for example I lounged as usual by the pool in the sun around noon, I extended the evaporation by sitting under the pergola in a state of semi-sleep, just gazing at the beach and listening to the sounds of the roaring Ocean waves. The wind - even though happily from the south - was strong and it seemingly caused the surf to be more active as a result. It was ideal for the young people interested in boarding on the crest of the waves.
After my hopelessly pampered wallow under the pergola I went for another walk on the beach. The brilliant sunshine combined with the cooling southern breeze was too blissful to ignore. As I say all other occupation had in any event dwindled. Bicycling was entirely out of the question; there was nowhere I wanted to drive the car; I am not supposed to swim in either the pool or the sea for six weeks (from March 1st when I had my Pacemaker installed); and it would be a sin to linger in the apartment on such a gorgeous day. So off we went on the beach once again. But only for a ¼ mile, then back to the property and into the apartment.
There is - in spite of our own closure - always something going on in the condominium. The local tradesmen must adore having Ocean Villas here. The agenda today was the annual (not to be confused with the less complicated quarterly) fire alarm testing. Fortunately the test when conducted only affects three of the eleven floors at once. Because we are on the third floor we were the last to be visited by the inspector. He was in and out within 15 minutes at the most. We did however hear a number of test sirens from the two adjacent floors.
It is now assured that our duties at Ocean Villas are all but at an end. We dine in this evening; and breakfast here tomorrow morning. Then it's dinner out on Wednesday and we leave the next morning. Because we have our business trip to Longboat Key when we leave here, we're a bit more antsy than usual to get on our way. Historically if we had felt the urge we would simply have departed without any concern for the hour or the day or the week. Having said that we're certainly chuffed about our sojourn on Longboat Key. I confess I am more than a bit romantic about the place. It inspires me.