It was actually a pretty perfect day. We got up and did yoga (we’ve FINALLY started back on that). I feel soooo much better after each moment of stretching all those muscle fibers. Had some organic decaf with local bananas from Southgate farms and I got a much needed massage from my wonderful husband.

Last Mother’s Day happened before I started blogging, but many of the main characters were the same. We had brunch last year at (Wreggie - cover your eyes) Duggan’s with Nikki, Meredith and Ian. Then dinner at the Terrace, just the three of us, since we were pregnant.

But this year was lighter…Michael and me, Nikki and Meredith for breakfast at the Cultured Pelican. It was nice. I love the Pelican, especially during the day. But we would have preferred another waitress. The one we had, used to clean houses, and at one point cleaned Michael’s Tide Village house for Charlie (my former house mate) when he first moved in. Michael met her at that time and tried to explain that many of his things weren’t out of there yet and that he would deal with them later. She became offended for some reason and wrote a note to Charlie (leaving it in plain sight of Michael), calling Michael an “ass”. So, we would have preferred another waitress, but we didn’t know she worked there. If we would have, I would have chosen another restaurant.

Anyway, the brunch food was okay. The company was great and we had lots of good, fun conversation. After- ward, we went our separate ways and I thought I might later meet up with Nikki on a beach, since it was Michael’s turn to work on getting the junker out of the driveway. I’d worked while he sailed on Saturday, and yes, the blue rover is still in the driveway, very much in the way and making our home look like a ghetto, a year after I gave him 4 months (or I tow the damned thing out of there myself).

Nik likes Ha’penny, and it’s an okay beach, but I wanted a beach where the snorkeling is good, and if I wanted a drink or a snack, there are amenities. Divi is pretty close, and I hadn’t been in a while.

I went to the eastern end, off the new building, close to the good snorkeling. There were plenty of empty chairs and tiki huts. I picked one, parked my stuff and settled in to get warm before diving into the sea. I was on an exploratory mission to see if I didn’t have to go all the way to the palm trees off Pat White’s house to see any nice patch reefs. But it looked a little funky (like too shallow with sea urchins or baby corals) right off shore and I walked to where I knew the entrance to be sandy. The water was warm when I got in but soon chilled to the point where I thought I’d see ice burgs. There was some sort of drain pipe pouring water in around there (maybe draining condensation from refrigeration or air conditioning units?) and that may have been the cause.

A small barracuda greeted me immediately upon my entering, and then there were lots of white fish digging for worms in the grass and sand. I swam through more grass toward the areas I thought were coral reefs. It was shallow and I finally got to some patch reefs that were not spectacular. I had been fighting the current (but I wasn’t unhappy, it was much-needed exercise) and at this point I just floated around all the hundreds of sea urchins from all angles. There were tons of juvenile fishes, lots of damsels (undistressed), and not much else. I headed back in letting the current carry me to the other side of the sea wall where it was sandy.

Back on shore, I positioned the chairs so I could get sun on appropriate places and have access to my book and fanny pack. I opened my book and read a few lines before falling comfortably asleep. When I awoke, I was totally in the shade. I read a bit more and headed home to find that Dave and Michelle were there. Dave was in the driveway helping Michael cut the frame apart and Michelle was happily situated at my computer.

Okay. I was forced to do things I would normally avoid using the computer as my excuse. I did laundry, vacuumed, washed windows, watered plants and took pictures of the last steps of the rover dismantling.

When darkness settled in, the boys were finished chopping and moving heavy things (for that day, anyway), and we had them clean up and get ready for dinner.

It was still Mother’s Day, so I was not about to cook for four, so I suggested Tutto Bene or Zebo’s. Through the democratic process, Zebo’s was selected. I called for reservations and they said, “Come on down!”

Dave and Michelle hadn’t been there before and were enthralled with the menu choices. Michelle wanted the beef carpaccio, and the scallops and the local sweet potato salad and the mussels and the duck napoleon, so we ordered all of those. I wanted to try the creamy ratatouille soup, so we got that and the Wahoo entrée. Everything was fabulous, especially with a bottle of Montes Alpha Shiraz. We shared all and had room for a couple of glasses of the opened bottle of Navarro Malbec and dessert of a rich chocolate cake with a richer ball of chocolate on top.

All in all, a pretty fabulous Mother’s Day, as far as I’m concerned.

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