Grayt Days Ahead!

The countdown has begun...less than 48 hours from now I will be on the decks of Conch Out, gazing at a beautiful beach. What a week, between work and taxes and remodel projects! I have handled so many blueprints as to feel and look like Edward Scissorshand from so many papercuts. The County planners I filed the second resort project with actually requisitioned a box of Band-Aides because I was bleeding all over the plans. But it is all parked (pun intended) as of tomorrow and I will be winging my way to Valhalla.

Alas, The Butter will not be making this trip. Most of the airlines have raised their standard pet ticket to $95 each way. Add to that the warmer weather, when he cannot stay in the car in his fleece donut as usual. And so Mr. Butter will be staying home with his master, whizzing on the streets of Calistoga and collecting dog treats at every storefront in the town. He might be mayor by the time I get back. He is a lucky doggie to have two people who dote on him and who get along nicely for the sharing.

So I am salivating at the idea of eating my weight (considerably less now than in days of yore) in shrimp and oysters and grouper. Smilin' Joe, I want me some field peas and butterbeans, fried chicken, deviled eggs, and banana pudding and am willing to pay my dues at WaterColor Workout to offset those pleasures. Looking forward to the Grayton Homeowners party and the soiree, also to seeing you SoWallers (and you know who you are). Kathy and Doug, look out for me walkin' your way.

Stop by Conch Out for a chew and a chat, willya neighbors?