KEY WEST 3

December 14, 2022

If this isn’t Paradise, it’s pretty close:

• 75 degrees every day

• Low humidity

• Soft breeze

It is an amazing sensation to wake up every morning and know you can expect another perfect day.

We’ve been keeping busy – 

• mani/pedi for Lynn

• massage for me (my aching muscles are feeling much better, thank you)

• re-provisioning, etc.

• watching the sunset every evening

Saturday was particularly busy:  First, the SPCA Puppy Parade and Costume Judging.  It turned out to be a really fun event, with dozens of dogs.  Here’s a photo of Guinness with Santa.  We didn’t stick around for the judging, or I’m pretty sure he would have won!

Then we stopped for lunch on the beach at Salute’.  Caprese salads and iced tea.  Yummy!

Then, Saturday night was the Key West Boat Parade!  In Palm Beach, our views were somewhat blocked by spectators and spectator boats.  Here, they passed RIGHT IN FRONT OF OUR DOCK!

Sunday, of course, was dedicated to the IGGLES.  There is a huge brewery / sports bar here with EVERY live game on a separate flat screen.  We cheered the Birds while we ate our way through the Starters menu, and everything was delicious!

We continue to push for conclusion of all the boat projects.  Today, Lynn is struggling with the software update that’s the answer to our depth sounder problems.  I have to say in all honesty that I would have hired a tech to do it, but she is stubborn determined to fix it herself.  Brava!

If there is a shortcoming to Key West, it’s that it is not easy to be a dog here.  Not much grass, and all the good beaches are on the other side of the island – about 2 miles away.  Plus, there’s the issue of the CHICKENS.  They are on every corner.  They are in the bushes and trees.  They are protected for some reason, and they taunt Guinness.  So, he must stay on the leash.  Not the life he’s used to in the wilds of Hershey’s Mill.  But he draws smiles wherever he goes.  Tomorrow, he’s going to be groomed.  Fingers crossed.  We haven’t used this groomer before.  But he needs to be sheared before we leave for the Bahamas.

I’ll be a lot less furry next time you see me!