Ah, the tropical heat of Miami didn’t miss it, still don’t. Plane landed on time and by 8am I’d had a quick breakfast and was looking for someplace quiet to hang for a couple of hours until Dan and Lisa arrive from Tampa (driving). The answer across from the post office (I also needed postcard stamps) was the chapel not in my terminal, but pre-security. Nothing like spending your first three hours in Miami in church.
Actually, it worked out really will. I hung out in the back of the chapel with my luggage, in a dark corner only two people popped in. I tried to look awake for them.
They made good time so we were out of the airport a few minutes after 11 much better than the noon I’d been expecting.
Next stop some place that served healthy organic food between Miami International Airport and Boca Raton where Dan’s grandparents live. The answer was Metro. Dan and I opted for the cheeseburger with Fontana cheese, Lisa went for the seared Ahi which is what I should have gone for because the burger was huge. Oh well.
Grocery store, then off to the Grandparents me happily sleeping in the back of the Element. I really dislike red-eye flights, even up front.
Introductions, then naps for all of us Dan and Lisa were up early as well as having a concert the night before.
Dinner of a veal pot roast, big salads (needed that) and a nice bottle of wine.
Canasta after the dinner dishes were cleared and cleaned. I watched and tried to get a feel for the game after a thirty year absence in playing. It may take me another round of watching as the game ended prematurely with Lisa scoring a “junk hand” on her first draw for 5000 points, and the next round Grandmother Slyvia (Lisa’s partner) scored a win on pairs closeout after a couple of rounds the odds of getting either of those hands is astronomical, and the odds of getting one after the other well, I can’t calculate them.
Glad I wasn’t playing that hand.
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