Thursday morning I joined emceeaich and cynthia1960 for a leisurely breakfast at the Concourse. Delicious and tasty company. I then hung around aimlessly watching folks arrive. Nodding at folks whose faces have by now grown familiar. Snuggling with some of my annual pals.
Eventually, I rolled into my room and crashed.
Friday morning: Meal #2 at an amazing food cart -- El Grito Taqueria. Yes, pulled pork & pulled chicken make a lovely breakfast.( Friday step by step )
Sunday I rolled to the Gulf Coast YMCA branch. The water was deliciously warm at 85°. I neglected to bring my flippers, so only swam 8 lengths in my allotted time, but that's why I exercise to time, not distance.
The pool may be filled with filtered sea water: it's certainly soft enough.
I streamed the first half hour of the final Sherlock to my massive disappointment. As always, plaidadder nails it
I think that I may fairly make two postulata:
- 1) Whatever about series 5, this episode was designed to be the last episode of Sherlock that Moffat and Gatiss would make.
- 2) It should be.
We walked over Mississippi Sound on the 2 mile bridge connecting Biloxi and Ocean Springs. The view, the sun, the breeze, were exhilarating. My traditional direct attention to the water photo memorializes one stop:( Sitting on the walkway, framed by intense blue sky, woman in powerchair points to Mississippi Sound )
Home to nap, and finish The Final Problem. Wow, that was terrible. (As with most Sherlock canon, there were a handful of wonderful moments, but...thank god for fanfic. I heartily recommend all of plaidadder's.)
We then drove back to Biloxi to assess what was where. The beachside road is furnished with a wide array of architecture: brick Waffle Houses; massive casinos; 1940s apartment buildings; humble 900 sq ft shotgun houses, Frank Gehry's typically bizarre Ohr-O'Keefe Museum, and the Biloxi Visitor's Center, a majestic three-story former mansion.
In my brief time here, I've seen scores of historical markers, displays, websites, pamphlets. Based solely on the ones I've seen, the only people on the Gulf Coast have been the immigrant waves of French, English, Spanish, and "Americans." Africans aren't mentioned anywhere. This is what it looks like to be written out of the narrative.
The third Monday in January has officially been "Robert E Lee's Birthday" in Mississippi, until this year. Twitter shaming played a part in the Biloxi City Council voting unanimously to bring the holiday in line with the Federal designation of Martin Luther King's Birthday.
We finished our day with a promising but ultimately dull meal at Mosaic. MyGuy liked his pulled-pork quesadilla. My ceviche & rice-stuffed portobello was tasty, but not enough to write home about, although I seem to have done so.
Time to swim!
Our little house is in one of the oldest parts of town, but the dwellings are so modest that it hasn't been gentrified. Next-door is condemned & they're living in their garage.
I rolled to a Farmer's Market — tragically no fresh greens, but OMG fresh pralines, a novelty almost as delicious as chocolate. (Butter, cream, pecans, sugar.) The sidewalks are just wide enough for my chair, around 36in. They've done an excellent job maintaining flatness considering the wealth of old, rooted trees. There was only one place I got airborne.
Late lunch at a pho restaurant called Pho. Tasty but not cosmic.
There's a concrete beach walk — around 25 yards from the low-tide line. After a suitable post-prandial nap, I was able to use my rolling walker for a stroll down to the "harbor" (a channel cut in to maximize water access).
Here's a Google beach view where I started:
We had more clouds so more colors in our sunset appreciation, but this time-lapse provides a taste: ( described sunset video shot looking SSW )
- Cross-country on US Hwy 49, two-lane highway running through the centers of many small towns. We had to pause for wide loads and very wide loads, both trailers straddling the full roadway. Fortunately, no tractors.
- Destination at 4:30, in time for clearing skies and a lovely sunset. Our little house is delightful! <grumpy>(Except the bed. No bed is as good as my bed.) </grumpy>
- Bella was pleased by the fenced yard, but truly astounded by not just a squirrel house, but a weathered tree providing a squirrel apartment building.
- MyGuy magically shopped & cooked an omelette. Then we all fell into bed and slept hard.
- smooth trip down Hwy 51, half in mysterious yet not scary fog. At times visibility was less than two semi trucks.
- Sixty degrees on arrival! No need for coats!
- motel w: indoor pool, w/c access, accepts dogs are not ubiquitous. This Fairfield Inn was too hot, bed too soft, and stinking of floral air freshener. Best news: we’re leaving it shortly.
- Reliably tasty and gluten free: Chipotle. Order on line, $15 to fill up two hungriest.
- Bella was unsettled, but accepted mysterious change in routine with glares and minimal complaint.
We'll be going through St Louis, Tulsa OK, and Amarillo TX; ultimate destination is New Mexico, staying Santa Fe for a while with day trips elsewhere.
I'd love to join you with a tasty beverage, be amazed at our in-person realities, and find some things to laugh about in the year just gone. Comments can be anonymous and all are screened (nobody can see them except you and me).
SO, in the short-term, we want to explore those no-snow places for two-week (or more) vacations November - March. We don't need to stay in a fancy hotel (or rental vacation zone) because we'd probably be living in a house in town, not on the beach.
We do want to be somewhere where I can swim and MyGuy can cycle/golf and we can wander around together and enjoy being outside. I like water, but can cope with inland lakes (see: current location), seashores, large rivers.
The other minimal critical specifications:
- Good air quality
- At least three hours of sunlight every day: no month-long monsoons
- Sidewalks or ubiquitous bike paths or traffic so low I can go in the street
- Public-access pool (it could be a private health club, but I can join).
[ETA to clarify what I need re: sunlight.]
OK close your eyes and imagine a lovely long lake surrounded by pines and birches, with a coppery tang to the water due to metals in the soil. I tried to paste in or link to a map but that was 30 minutes ago and I clearly need a vacation.
So, that's where I'm going tomorrow for two weeks. Catch you on the flip side!