A cold beer might be nice

Even at 1:00 o'clock in the morning, an advertisement for Olive Garden drives me crazy. I didn't think I was that hungry, but they just showed several pasta dishes they are now selling at Olive Garden and I could really use a big bowl of pasta and a salad and a glass of red wine. Gosh, I am ridiculous. Why does food get me every time.

This afternoon, several ladies from First Baptist church came to Cicely and Bill's and delivered a whole table full of food including turkey and ham and corn pudding and green beans and macaroni salad and potato salad and such. Then key lime pie and carrot cake with creme cheese topping and brownies and other stuff. It was sublime. All washed down with sweet tea. It was four thirty, but now it is six and a half hours later and I am hungry again.

I don't think anything is open now. The house is dark and everyone, except myself, is asleep. Even the dog. And I don't think there are any leftovers from Olive Garden hanging around, but just seeing that made me hungry. Which is also ridiculous, because I am still full from this afternoon's repast.

Oh well, we went to the beach after the get together at Bill and Cicely's and watched the sun going down over the gulf. And we could see massive cumulus clouds piled up like orange and pink mountains flowing from the east toward the gulf, topped with layers of cirrus clouds like a giant painter stroked his brush across the top of the clouds. And the clouds reached out across the sand and promised rain but there has been no rain here. Perhaps the rain is falling south of here or out in the gulf. I don't know.

Tomorrow we are going to the beach and it will be hot and the sun will be high in the sky and the sky will be blue. At the end of the day I will be red and hot and greased down with sunblock. And I will take a shower and wash the sunblock off my body and there will be heat and a tingle on my skin. And I will feel and smell like Florida as I eat my seafood for supper.

A cold beer might be nice.