Myrtle Beach 2006, Day 6
Woke up this morning to overcast and sprinkles. Nice. Might as well be in Michigan, for pete’s sake! Fortunately, the rain was scattered and the sun did come out about half the time.
Went for a walk down the beach by myself to contemplate the shells, the ocean, and life. Mornings are very nice here at Myrtle Beach. There are a few people out on the shore, fishing or walking. Today was quite warm and humid, so some families had come out, with children to frolic in the waves. As I was returning after nearly an hour, I met my mother coming through the pool area. We passed and she disappeared into her Cell Phone World while I headed for the pool.
After about an hour, J.J. appeared at the pool in his black socks and Hanes T-shirt. He had been playing Buck Bingo at the Registration Center and again won a prize – this time a candy bar. They spare no expense here at SeaWatch Plantation. We sat in the half-sun, half-clouds for about a half hour more until finally J.J. decided he wanted to try the hot tub/Jacuzzi. He started to take off his shirt, but I put up my hands in a hurry. “WHOA THERE, hey, let’s not scare the children!” He decided to keep the t-shirt on and after removing the socks, headed for the hot tub. We only stayed in for about 10 minutes but he did say it helped his ankles (he thinks he has arthritis). By then my mom had arrived and remarked that his ankles looked swollen. I don’t know where she saw that. John doesn’t have an ounce of fat on him and as far as I could see, the size of his ankles did not seem proportionately right to support a man of his height.
After we had tired of the pool, I insisted we go to a Calabash Seafood Buffet for lunch. My husband had raved about them so I offered to treat the ‘Rents. If I had known how expensive it was, I would have suggested McDonalds instead. We ended up at Bennett’s, a place recommended by on of the Timeshare vultures. I don’t think this trough was as big as the one my husband said he went to when he was in Myrtle Beach some years ago, but it was pretty big. Every kind of seafood you could possibly imagine was available for the low, low price of $20.95 per person. Fortunately we had a coupon for $4.00 off each buffet, so I only had to take out a small loan to pay for the meal.
I was hurting by the end. So was J.J., and so was my mom, who finished off her meal with strawberry shortcake and soft-serve ice cream. I’m not sure those items are on the American Diabetes Association’s recommended foods for diabetics. But, as John pointed out, she is a diabetic of convenience. God bless her.
We dropped John back off at the condo and mom and I headed to Barefoot Landing, another huge cluster of shops a bit to the north. Not nearly as big as Broadway at the Beach, fortunately. At this point, all of the gift shops and T-shirt stores start to look the same. We did manage to score some really cheap natural stone jewelry, but I did have to drop a deuce in the public restroom, which I don’t really like doing.
Fighting was at a minimum, probably because we all went our separate ways for much of the day. Tonight it is packing for our early departure tomorrow. This will likely be my last entry. I hope you have enjoyed it as much as I have. Or more.
I love my parents, I really do. But I think that when people go on vacation, they should travel with people who like to do the same things as they do, in the same way. I like to shop, but I don’t like to shop for hours upon hours in the same places. I like to take a few pictures now and then, but I don’t take my camera to the mall. I like to walk on the beach but after gathering a bag full of seashells, I’m done. I don’t need more shells every time I see sand.
In spite of my sarcasm, it has been a nice week. Though I wouldn’t do it again, I cherish the memories of J.J. sleeping on the condo couch and mom disappearing into the bathroom with her puzzle bo
Went for a walk down the beach by myself to contemplate the shells, the ocean, and life. Mornings are very nice here at Myrtle Beach. There are a few people out on the shore, fishing or walking. Today was quite warm and humid, so some families had come out, with children to frolic in the waves. As I was returning after nearly an hour, I met my mother coming through the pool area. We passed and she disappeared into her Cell Phone World while I headed for the pool.
After about an hour, J.J. appeared at the pool in his black socks and Hanes T-shirt. He had been playing Buck Bingo at the Registration Center and again won a prize – this time a candy bar. They spare no expense here at SeaWatch Plantation. We sat in the half-sun, half-clouds for about a half hour more until finally J.J. decided he wanted to try the hot tub/Jacuzzi. He started to take off his shirt, but I put up my hands in a hurry. “WHOA THERE, hey, let’s not scare the children!” He decided to keep the t-shirt on and after removing the socks, headed for the hot tub. We only stayed in for about 10 minutes but he did say it helped his ankles (he thinks he has arthritis). By then my mom had arrived and remarked that his ankles looked swollen. I don’t know where she saw that. John doesn’t have an ounce of fat on him and as far as I could see, the size of his ankles did not seem proportionately right to support a man of his height.
After we had tired of the pool, I insisted we go to a Calabash Seafood Buffet for lunch. My husband had raved about them so I offered to treat the ‘Rents. If I had known how expensive it was, I would have suggested McDonalds instead. We ended up at Bennett’s, a place recommended by on of the Timeshare vultures. I don’t think this trough was as big as the one my husband said he went to when he was in Myrtle Beach some years ago, but it was pretty big. Every kind of seafood you could possibly imagine was available for the low, low price of $20.95 per person. Fortunately we had a coupon for $4.00 off each buffet, so I only had to take out a small loan to pay for the meal.
I was hurting by the end. So was J.J., and so was my mom, who finished off her meal with strawberry shortcake and soft-serve ice cream. I’m not sure those items are on the American Diabetes Association’s recommended foods for diabetics. But, as John pointed out, she is a diabetic of convenience. God bless her.
We dropped John back off at the condo and mom and I headed to Barefoot Landing, another huge cluster of shops a bit to the north. Not nearly as big as Broadway at the Beach, fortunately. At this point, all of the gift shops and T-shirt stores start to look the same. We did manage to score some really cheap natural stone jewelry, but I did have to drop a deuce in the public restroom, which I don’t really like doing.
Fighting was at a minimum, probably because we all went our separate ways for much of the day. Tonight it is packing for our early departure tomorrow. This will likely be my last entry. I hope you have enjoyed it as much as I have. Or more.
I love my parents, I really do. But I think that when people go on vacation, they should travel with people who like to do the same things as they do, in the same way. I like to shop, but I don’t like to shop for hours upon hours in the same places. I like to take a few pictures now and then, but I don’t take my camera to the mall. I like to walk on the beach but after gathering a bag full of seashells, I’m done. I don’t need more shells every time I see sand.
In spite of my sarcasm, it has been a nice week. Though I wouldn’t do it again, I cherish the memories of J.J. sleeping on the condo couch and mom disappearing into the bathroom with her puzzle bo
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