The Gulf of Mexico never disappoints, but last night, it was like a bathtub; calm and warm. Perhaps it’s exhausted by all the happenings of the world.
There were quite a few people there watching the sunset with us. People love to clap when the sun goes down and the Coach almost always comments on how he doesn’t get that. I’m indifferent. Victories big or small should be celebrated and hey, that Sun made it another full day without falling out of the sky.
Sometimes I clap after I made a decent dinner.
The Coach did that time lapse video up there; I didn’t even know he knew how to do that. See, you can STILL be surprised by your person when you thought you knew everything about them.
I’m not sure about you, but every night I go to bed with a prayer that the next day brings peace to our world and that the Sun continues to wake up and go to sleep like clockwork.
You know what is awesome to collect? Girlfriends. I traveled a few hours north last weekend to celebrate one of my friends birthdays at a mutual friends house.
Before I tell you how exciting our day/night was, let’s reflect on what a buffoon I can be on occasion. I’ve known my friend Michelle for years but had never been to her house. I used the GPS on my phone and just as I entered her neighborhood and saw that I was ALMOST to her house I looked up and saw a home with lots of cars in the driveway. Well, here I am! I had my arms full and knocked on the front door. No one answered, and dogs were barking. Suz’s brain: Well, Michelle doesn’t have dogs, but maybe her Mom is here with her pups? Why isn’t someone opening the door for me? Wait, they must be out back in the pool….just open the door and let yourself in Suz. I open the door and immediately three dogs come at me; a greyhound and two little mutts. I see past them to the furnishings and I know immediately this is NOT Michelle’s house. *Shiza-Minelli* I just did my first home invasion. I push the ‘overly happy to see me’ dogs back into the house and shut the door. As I’m pulling out my phone on the porch looking for Michelle’s house number a man opens the door and asks if I need something. *I might have shat myself* I apologized and told him I’m at the wrong house….I said I’m so sorry about opening your door, I’m looking for Michelle’s house. He said, no worries. *phew, he’s not a gun-toting, fly off the handle kind of person* We figured out her house was about 5 down the street. I said to him: “Thanks. Sorry again, it looks like you’re having a party here with all the cars in the driveway.” He said: “No party, I just have a lot of kids.” Oh, my lawd Suzanne, how you’ve made it 51 years without being murdered is a miracle.
What did 7 ladies age 41-60 do for a fun time? We drank wine. Laughed. Sat in the pool. Nibbled. Laughed. Noshed. And we potted succulents. Talk about a wild and crazy time-we’re just lucky the popo wasn’t called on us.
I didn’t take as many pictures as I should have, but I was busy laughing. And floating. And drinking.
This one looks like Disney’s Ursula.
I’m also completely inspired to UP my succulent planting game. The plants below are all in my house (inside and out), some new and some old.
I’m thankful for good friends who love and inspire me and understanding peeps who don’t shoot first and ask questions later. XO