Biking

Wifey was just chock full of good ideas today. We went to bed late, after a lovely night out in the Gables with Norman and Deb, and Scott and Liz. The sextet saw a good French rom/com, followed by free drinks by Bacardi, and then dinner on Miracle Mile. We're all empty nesters except for Deb, who has a few more years to go, and enjoyed sharing tales of college and grad school for our offspring, as well as what the hell we all want to do with our lives at the mid century mark.

Despite the late hour of getting to bed, we were up at dawn, and Wifey suggested a bike ride. We haven't done that in awhile, and I put air in the tires and we saddled up the old Treks for a treck down Old Cutler. The county just resurfaced the Old Cutler bike path, and it's gorgeous --it takes you past mangroves, and the Bay, and the house where Sean Taylor was killed by inviting the WRONG party guests to his mansion...

We drove all the way to Franjo Road, and saw a new Cuban place had opened. We went in for a great and cheap breakfast. And then the rains came --pouring down, like they usually do in the afternoon when the storms blow in from the Everglades.

We waited for awhile, and then left for him in a drizzle. It was beautifully cool, and the smell of the damp vegetation was wonderful. We joked about the Neil Sedaka song...

Then Wifey put on another foreign film, from Argentina, and it was ALSO good --a murder mystery where the widower ends up imprisoning his wife's killer for 25 years...

And THEN Wifey suggested we go try a new healthy fast food place, Energy Kitchen, for dinner. I had a spicy chicken sandwich and baked fries, and the baked fries took me back to the ones they served in Levittown schools in the 70s. Since it wasn't the South, they didn't actually fry stuff...

So all in all, a fine Saturday. Tomorrow Wifey is headed to the Beach to meet her friends Cara and Linda on Linclon Road, and I'll head up to see ancient Mom.

We made plans about 2 hours ago, and she just called me --to make sure that today was Saturday, and tomorrow Sunday when I would be visiting...

Wifey is chock full of ideas about ancient Mom, too, but Mom won't listen...