Menopausal Mother

Welcome to another edition of Fly On The Wall group blog postings hosted by Karen of Baking In A Tornado. Today, there are three of us bravely opening our homes to you (as if you were a fly) to see what goes on behind closed doors. 

Speaking of flies, this is the time of year when they seem to swarm the backyards of our neighborhood. Whenever we have outdoor barbecues, everything has to be covered to prevent the nasty insects from landing on our food. Just last night, seven flies (yes, SEVEN!!) snuck into our house while we were eating dinner. The dogs went nuts, leaping into the air and snapping at them. My nephew calls the flies "flying raisins"....gross, I know, but accurate because apparently, my dogs think flies are treats. 

I got a small reprieve from the flies a few weeks ago when Hubs and I went to St. Augustine for our 38th wedding anniversary (I didn't see a single fly!). We've been taking this vacation every spring for the past six years, but this time we wanted to try some new things during the trip, so we signed up for a day of jet skiing and an afternoon on the bay in a floating tiki bar. Both items have been on my bucket list for a while now, so I was anxious to do them. We also wanted to try zip lining---until we learned that it was a 45-minute course over an alligator pit. Uh......no thanks. 

It was freezing cold the day we went to the dock to rent the jet ski. The water was even colder. Hubs had driven a single jet ski before, but this was his first time with a rider (me) in the back. I warned him that if I fell off, it would be grounds for divorce. No pressure, Hubs. 

I'm sorry to say that I did not last longer than 20 minutes, screaming in Hub's ear every time the jet ski wobbled, went airborne, and threatened to tip over into the choppy, Titanic temperature/iceberg water. Oh, and did I mention that the water's surface was also loaded with thousands of worm-like squiggly bugs that hatch this time of year in the bay? Let's just say that I knelt down and kissed the deck once I got off that wretched jet ski. Hubs went out by himself for another 30 minutes and of course, had a blast, worms and all. 

The floating tiki bar was more my speed....sipping tropical drinks on the bay while listening to our favorite tunes and watching the sunset. I could have stayed on it all night...if only there had been a bathroom on board.

Whenever we're in St. Augustine, we also rent a tiny "clown car" to zip around town. It was even easier this time since I've lost weight---I could actually get my legs out from under the miniature dashboard without assistance. So......I celebrated with a martini  (or two) afterward! 

All in all, it was a fabulous trip---we enjoyed the best seafood and the most delicious handcrafted cocktails there, and as always, booked the same room at our favorite B&B for next year's anniversary. Perhaps next time we will be brave enough to try the zipline---but only if the alligators are napping. 

Now if you'll excuse me, I need to grab my fly swatter to kill some of these flying raisins before my dogs turn them into a snack. 

***Want more Meno Mama? Check out my latest article for Always Pets HERE and for my recent work featured on AARP, click HERE and also I can be found on Family Minded HERE

Buzz around these other blogs by clicking on the links for a peek into some other homes:

 

Baking In A Tornado   https://www.BakingInATornado.com

                                  

The Diary of an Alzheimer’s Caregiver         https://thediaryofanalzheimerscaregiver.com/blog.html/