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OK, this part's better--it won't be just about us traipsing on the beach while you're stuck in your office or whatever. It's got suspense and tragedy, though not in that order.
So, we then headed on through the congested traffic back up to Siesta Key, outside Sarasota, for a long day through more cranky-making bad traffic. Then that night my beloved Blue Pearl, alas, was grievously wounded at the Key's main intersection--mercilessly back-ended by a big ass Chevy truck, the hatchback shoved in and the bumper shredded to reveal the styrofoam it is cheaply filled with, which seems to be the norm in bumper construction nowadays--yes, packing peanuts are our trusty shield of might against certain death--wtf! But my feisty vessel was still drivable. And![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mererid can testify that I did not scream or cry or anything undignified, while she was looking, at least. Luckily, the police were quick on the scene and we got the report and exchange of insurance info pretty easily. More luckily still, we did not get whip lash from the jolt, which I was in fear of until we woke up 3 days later (my birthday, coincidentally) and were free of it. I got the insurance check this week, so tomorrow I'm finally taking it to the body shop and hopefully getting it back looking the way a car you've only had for 5 months should look.
After the accident, we were able to spend the next day the way the doctor would have prescribed to us--swimming in the pool and then wading and swimming in the ocean. I also needed this because one of my heels was, and still is, killing me--aggravated by all the driving. Siesta Key is a pretty sleepy place--much quieter than Clearwater Beach which was fine with us. The place we stayed at was called a resort--I don't know why because it was pretty much a motel, but it was very prettily landscaped with a very nice walk to the beach. The room we had there was the first one we stayed in that was actually smaller than my apartment.
And OMG--the pizza place across the street there had the most wonderful breakfasts--way better than their dinners. Fresh baked croissant french toast, multigrain pancakes with tons of fruit of every kind, omlets galore. Yum.
The sand here was the finest yet and the place we stayed had its own beach access near a fairly good area for shelling called The Point of Rocks. The ocean here is pretty shallow for quite a ways out there so it was warm enough to swim in. So we waded and swam--little did we know our danger--this is the suspense part. We heard people calling out a shark sighting and got out. Then we spotted the dark, steady, good-sized fin--right exactly where we had been swimming. A dolphin showed up a little later, cavorting a little further out. So yeah,mererid and I swim with sharks--we're very stupid lucky fierce, so don't fuck with us!
To be continued . . .
So, we then headed on through the congested traffic back up to Siesta Key, outside Sarasota, for a long day through more cranky-making bad traffic. Then that night my beloved Blue Pearl, alas, was grievously wounded at the Key's main intersection--mercilessly back-ended by a big ass Chevy truck, the hatchback shoved in and the bumper shredded to reveal the styrofoam it is cheaply filled with, which seems to be the norm in bumper construction nowadays--yes, packing peanuts are our trusty shield of might against certain death--wtf! But my feisty vessel was still drivable. And
mererid can testify that I did not scream or cry or anything undignified, while she was looking, at least. Luckily, the police were quick on the scene and we got the report and exchange of insurance info pretty easily. More luckily still, we did not get whip lash from the jolt, which I was in fear of until we woke up 3 days later (my birthday, coincidentally) and were free of it. I got the insurance check this week, so tomorrow I'm finally taking it to the body shop and hopefully getting it back looking the way a car you've only had for 5 months should look.After the accident, we were able to spend the next day the way the doctor would have prescribed to us--swimming in the pool and then wading and swimming in the ocean. I also needed this because one of my heels was, and still is, killing me--aggravated by all the driving. Siesta Key is a pretty sleepy place--much quieter than Clearwater Beach which was fine with us. The place we stayed at was called a resort--I don't know why because it was pretty much a motel, but it was very prettily landscaped with a very nice walk to the beach. The room we had there was the first one we stayed in that was actually smaller than my apartment.
And OMG--the pizza place across the street there had the most wonderful breakfasts--way better than their dinners. Fresh baked croissant french toast, multigrain pancakes with tons of fruit of every kind, omlets galore. Yum.
The sand here was the finest yet and the place we stayed had its own beach access near a fairly good area for shelling called The Point of Rocks. The ocean here is pretty shallow for quite a ways out there so it was warm enough to swim in. So we waded and swam--little did we know our danger--this is the suspense part. We heard people calling out a shark sighting and got out. Then we spotted the dark, steady, good-sized fin--right exactly where we had been swimming. A dolphin showed up a little later, cavorting a little further out. So yeah,
mererid and I swim with sharks--we're very To be continued . . .
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