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Carol Perkins: I'm no Snowbird - Part II, conclusion

The idea of going to a warm location during the winter once we retire for good might work if we go to a village where people at least play bingo. I have to have people around me; uplifting people with ideas and opinions and plans. I think I will be contented to stay right here where I never long for something to do and can stay warm by the fire and know Spring is coming. A Snowbird I am not.
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By Carol Perkins
After changing rooms and settling in on the fifth floor of our condo in the Sandestin Beach Resort , we were exhausted. "Is there an ocean out there?" I asked as I flopped on top of the bed.

"We'll check it out in the morning," Guy said as he kicked one shoe off and then the other. If we still didn't have a view, then we no longer cared.


"We'll check it out in the morning," Guy said as he kicked one shoe off and then the other. If we still didn't have a view, then we no longer cared.

The next morning brought sunshine through the curtains and a lovely view of the Gulf. Even though the temperature was around sixty, the breeze was chilly enough for a jacket as we sat out on the balcony with our coffee. College kids were throwing a football and couples were walking their dogs that often dashed into the cold water and came out shaking water all over their masters.

We could have walked down to the beach and rented one of the cabanas and listened, up close and personal, to the sound of the water crashing against the waves but that was just too much trouble. I left a crack in the sliding glass door and listened as I read.

The first day was one of total relaxation. With absolutely nothing to do and nothing back home to ponder, I was able to read, sleep, watch TV and eat. Those are activities I struggle with daily. The eating-not so much-but not eating the way one does near the water. We spared no seafood platter or rich dessert.

However, one day of that was enough. I grew bored with reading, sleeping, watching TV, and even going out to eat. Guy did too, so we spent the next day riding up and down the Emerald Coast and stopping at a few of the many outlet malls and other shopping treasures there to entertain women and allow men to play golf or do whatever they do. Guy sat in the car.

I no longer care about shopping, so I chose my two favorite stores and happily avoided all the others. By midday we were back in the condo listening to the waves and napping. With so much sleep in the daytime, I couldn't sleep at night so I watched TV. At home I seldom watch anything but Project Runway. That night, with Guy peacefully sleeping in the next room, I flipped through channels until I landed on a world poker tournament. Suddenly, I was knee deep into the cards and the draws and the bets. Not even sure what game the guys were playing, I Googled what I thought might be Texas Hold'em and sure enough, that was the game. I think I could play a round or two, myself.

The next morning we were headed back to Kentucky by nine. Ten hours of driving loomed ahead of us. "I'll drive some of the way," I offered. He declined. Once again, I wiggled in my seat, tried to sleep, tried to read, but mainly just starred at the terrain. We were so happy to get home.

The idea of going to a warm location during the winter once we retire for good might work if we go to a village where people at least play bingo. I have to have people around me; uplifting people with ideas and opinions and plans. I think I will be contented to stay right here where I never long for something to do and can stay warm by the fire and know Spring is coming. A Snowbird I am not.


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