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Yoga On Venice Beach

My folks took the girls camping up north yesterday to be exact.  They’re up at Rainbow River Campground.  It’s a state park with crystal clear rivers and springs.  I think they might retrieve water for bottling from Zephryhills Springs or something like that nearby.  Today they floated the river for two hours in brightly colored inner tubes.  The water was a cool 72 degrees.  I would imagine that they all looked like fruit loops cruising down the river.  I can’t wait to see some photos from their journey.

I on the other hand am holding down the fort and the cats and the beach and the pool here.  I walked the beach yesterday morning and then floated in the pool with a great book.  I’m reading Freedom by Malika Oufkir.  I got it before I left town for $3 at the Dollar Store.  It’s a hard back book and I can’t believe I hadn’t heard of this woman.  I think she was on Oprah once and maybe I’d just forgotten about her.  Anyways her first book is called Stolen Lives and I tried to find it here, but can’t.  I’ll order it from Amazon when I return.  She’ s a good writer with a story worth reading that’s for certain.

Awhile back I gave up on paying $35 for a hair cut.  I’m keeping my hair short and frankly, I can’t really tell the difference between an expensive cut and a cheap one.  I got a great trim at Great Clips back home a few months ago.  My hair is pretty fried on the ends with all the swimming I’ve been doing.  Not just here, but from the massive doses of chlorine in the pool at the YMCA.  My hair actually looks OK with these bleached highlights.  Oddly enough, I’ve had several people ask me where I got my hair colored.  I just say it’s Loreal Ash Brown with YMCA chlorine, because it’s true.  Anyhow, with the beach wind, the salt from the sea and the chlorine here at the pool, my ends were almost completely white.  I found a Great Clips up the road.  When I got there I saw this funky grandma and I was hoping she would cut my hair.  And she did.  She used a razor for texture (thank god) and used words like chunky and piecey.  Thank you Great Clips for a $13 cut.  But the best part was this.  She informed me that every day on Venice Beach they offer free yoga.  Say Whaat?  Yep.  I went today and it was great.   There were around 25 people there.  An equal number of chicks and dudes and most were my age or older.

That’s our teacher in the sand.

  

 

 

 

 

 

 

Man.  I wish I would’ve got a haircut the first day I arrived so I could’ve found out about this class much sooner.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Venice is a quaint little town.  On the way out, I took a few beach shots.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After I left the beach, I stopped under the bridge. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There’s an old train station there that now serves as a fully, functional bus stop. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The bridge goes over the intracoastal waterway.  This is also the same location where we stopped to take shelter from the rain in the boat the day we got stranded. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I think these condos are so pretty.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I arrived back home and went hunting for sharks teeth at the beach.  I kicked my shoes off at the beach entrance just like you would in a yoga room.  I guess you could say the beach is God’s yoga room.  We have done our shoes this way for 20 years.  Not just us, but others do it as well.  Anyways, two hours later I returned to get my shoes and they were gone.  No way.  Are you serious?  Totally.  I wouldn’t have been that bummed except I just purchased them last week.  Jeanine took me to DSW Shoe Store in Ft. Myers to check out their Tevas.  I bought two pair and of course, I was wearing the prettiest pair yesterday.  No place has my size in the entire state of Florida.  After a massive search, I found the last pair of Teva Mush size 7’s in Oriental Electric Lime in the entire world. 

I hope the person that borrowed my shoes really needed them.  Or perhaps, someone thought they were abandoned.  I suppose they looked pretty lonely sitting there with no other shoes to party with.  Tonight when I go to the beach, I’m going barefoot.  I hate to carry my shoes and walk the beach, don’t you?

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Adventures In Boating

First we were going to go fishing.  Then, we weren’t.  The weather didn’t look great out in the Gulf, but it looked decent here at the house.  Storms materialize out over the water and then move inward and vice versa.  We waited for a bit.  I walked to the beach to find a bunch of nasty stuff.  I like fishing, but we also fish responsibly.  Someone had fished last night on the beach and chucked all of their fish carcasses for beach goers to enjoy this morning.  I saw a huge Grouper head, two Stingrays missing their tails and some other stuff that had been picked apart by birds.

I walked home, the stench was awful and the sight disheartening.  The guys had returned from purchasing their fishing license, and we checked the weather once again.  We loaded the boat and left.  We headed out in the Intracoastal to Venice and entered the Gulf through the jetties there.  It’s a really scenic boat ride.  We went out eleven miles.  From that distance, the shoreline is hard to make out.  The water wasn’t really rough, no white caps, but the swells were large.  I didn’t fish much at all.  I manned the sandwiches, the sunscreen and the beverages and enjoyed the sunshine.  It was hard to maneuver around in the boat with the big waves, but we did it for awhile.

We didn’t boat any fish, but Frank and Bob both had a nice one on at one time.  Check out the end of Frank’s pole.  He just barely got his line on the bottom and something hit it.  He was using  way too small of a pole for the fish that latched on.  He hung out with this bent rod (and passed it around to all of us) for awhile.  Bob dropped down an entire bait fish on his huge pole next thing.  He had something on it right away.  It got off, but when he reeled in, the bait was pretty much mangled and the huge circle hook he had on was bent.  Unbelieveable.  We think Frank had a giant Grouper on, they don’t fight, they just hang out.  They’re sort of like bringing up a car hood.  Bob may’ve had a big Shark.  Definitely something with powerful jaws for sure.

  

The sky started looking kind of scary.  This is when you’re not sure if you should stay out in the Gulf, or head to shore.  We usually think closer to home is better, we were starting to see some lightning.

 

As I mentioned earlier, this is a real scenic boat ride.  Lots of beautiful homes and sail boats are anchored in this area.  It’s also home to a real good seafood eatery called the Crow’s Nest.  Check out my new house and boat.  There’s room for each and every one of you that read this blog, so let me know if you’re interested in visiting me.  The yoga teaching business is really good. 

Right about now, the rain started to hit.  It was painful.  Not just because we had to cut our outing short, but because it stung like hell when we were going fast.

Halfway back on the intracoastal, we decided to stop and park at the boat ramp by a school there in Venice.  There was some shelter there, but the wind was blowing and we were soaked anyways, so what in the hell did it matter?  We did get in the water there.  Why?  Because it was warm.  After wasting some time, the rain didn’t let up, so we headed out.  Just passed the marina there in Venice, one boat engine quit.  Then the other one too.  Uh oh.  Does anyone have their cell phone?  Whhaat?  Four people with 5 cell phones between them and no one thought to toss one on the boat.  What in the hell were we thinking? 

We floated around in the intracoastal and didn’t see a soul.  I mean really, who would be out in this crap?  Us, that’s who.  After some messing around with the boat engines, one started up.  ONE.  That meant we could move, but not really fast.  That was fine with me, I was tired of being pelted by the stinging rain.  Did I mention that it takes about 45 minutes (when you’re going fast) to get out into the Gulf?  It took twice as long to get in.  I’ve never been so happy to see the bridge at Englewood in my whole life.  We were freezing, literally freezing.  It’s amazing how cold you can get in the wind and the rain when the temperature outside is still rather balmy.

We made it home.  We jumped in the solar heated pool here at the house and it felt like a hot tub.  We ate diner and then I headed out to the camper alone and took a 2 hour nap.  Maybe we’ll try boating again tomorrow, who knows?  For now, we’re safe, warm and dry.  And I’m still on vacation and that’s a good thing.