A Big Week on de Island, Mon

After being on Monday’s turtle boat excursion, the busy week continued, in between office work and all that. Tuesday was Bay Area Task Force day, when we had a presentation by a “master naturalist” regarding acceptable plants for the bay ending planters, which really are 4-foot round sewer pipes (the irony is there …). The list was about exactly as I thought, even for a newbie like myself … but apparently a big cat-fight broke out when I had to leave early. Sheesh, folks, we’re not building a submarine here; we just want to green flowery stuff in the planters, for crying out loud!

Wednesday was my presentation in front of the Board of Aldermen in a public meeting. The topic was historical preservation and we had some Power-Point slides – we even got all practiced up. I had a wee bit of stage fright and can’t remember everything I said, but I had the audience laughing, smiling, and slapping their knees. The Aldermen passed three resolutions, anyway: (1) create a historical commission, (2) save the Coast Guard “shack,” the oldest structure on the Island, and (3) to celebrate the Town’s birthday.

After that I left in a hurry to meet the wife for dinner. My sources say the town police chief came on after my presentation and commented that his presentation wasn’t nearly as funny as mine … he winked and nodded at two cops at the front door and everybody thought they were after me! Did I sneak a bad word like “boobie” into my presentation? Anyway, no handcuffs ensued.

Thursday was dentist day, which although I dread them I got some crowns on my front teeth and I look tons better in the mirror now. Big checks were written. It was worth it though.

Friday I learned I was going to be a grand-daddy. Eric called and said his girlfriend was kinda pregnant (what son, like 40% or even more?). I think he was having one of those “deer in the headlights” moments but I was very happy, and promised to embarrass the new parents and spoil the kid to no end, of course. Grandfather for me, great-grandfather for my dad!

Then Sandy Feet had her beach-shack house warming party, which couldn’t be beat. Lots of youngsters like us between 40 and 70 banging away on drums and drinking pink tuna margaritas. LOL, the tuna here is a fruit of the prickly pear cactus, which can also be made into jelly and jam but makes quite a tart margarita, no doubt there.

In all, a week on the Island to remember.