May is probably the most popular beach-going month for locals in our area. On the weekends, my little island is crowded with townies who bring ice coolers, tents, beach chairs, and Frisbees. We don’y mind the visitors, especially the college boys form Eckerd and USF who strut around in their boardshorts, looking sexy as hell. It’s a feast for the eyes, as they say, and I plan to do a little beachcombing myself today.
Yesterday evening turned out great. Two neighbors came over for drinks on my back porch. Then two of us dined at an outdoor restaurant where the food is good and the Goose Island 312 beer is cold and on tap. When I got home, I drank a glass of wine on my patio, enjoying the moon and the stars. Mid-May is the last of our good weather until November. Around Memorial Day the heat and humidity will rise, and then it’s pretty much miserable outside for five months. That’s life in central Florida.
My boyfriend’s at work right now. He’s been working his buns off this week, but tonight he’ll be home for dinner and we’ll get to visit the shore for sunset. Maybe after dinner we’ll visit our timeshare down the street for a swim in the pool. At this time of year there’s never anyone down there; we normally have the place to ourselves. Maybe we’ll get to do a bit of smooching while we float around the pool on rafts.
Okay, everyone: have a wonderful Sunday. I just called my mom to wish her a happy Mother’s Day. If you have a mom, be sure to phone her, or, even better, pay her a visit.