Yesterday the temperature plummeted 20 degrees inside of 24 hours. Winds howled, palm trees bowed, and sand blasted everything and everyone.
For the past two and a half months the waves have always hit the shore from the left side. Yesterday they crashed in from the right, and whitecaps covered the gulf for as far as the eye could see.
Okay, I know I shouldn't complain. The high 40s is no where near freezing and there's not a snowflake in sight. Plus, I'm living the dream at Latitude 30, but you know what? Cold is cold. I could've worn mitts!
Thank goodness the weather changes here as often as it does at home. Plus, I'm grateful for the Grand Theater at Pier Park. We decided the time had come to see the movie Jack Reacher starring Tom Cruise. We enjoyed it. Partly due to Tom's co-star, Rosamund Pike (she's awesome), but the plot moved along at a great clip, and from beginning to end the story held us spellbound.
I wish we could say the same for our lunch. Back in November we went to Buffalo Wild Wings and had a superb lunch. This time the fare was a disappointment. Lack luster. Inept. A waste of money. I'm at a loss to explain what happened, but I doubt we'll go back.
The good news is this morning the sun was shining, the clouds disappeared and while it was still cool by afternoon John donned his new wet suit bottoms and booties, grabbed his kayak and hit the water. Me? I walked on the beach to the pier in shorts, and yes, I wore my winter boots.
Life is good at Latitude 30! Oh, and the sunset was spectacular. Spec. Tac. U. Lar!
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