The past few days have been relatively slow compared to the past six months. For the first time, we’ve really had nothing to do. Most of the time has been spent with the owners of Cabin Creek RV Park, discussing future plans with us as it pertains to the facility. We’ve been able to get our daily walks in but today I have decided to get back on the weights as I’ve viewed a photo of my body that Robin took yesterday and it frightened me. I just wonder how those love handles happened to appear out of nowhere. Sauntering through the woods and hitting driving balls just isn’t doing much for the metabolism. Yesterday started with a staff meeting of all park employees. Gary, the owner, was the driving force of this parlay and set records straight with direction, planning, organization, and implementation. He has a down home Southern demeanor which is genteel in nature along with business firm. Much like a thundering velvet glove. Following the meeting Robin and I attended a breakfast fest at the local IHOP and then picked up my GoldWing, which was in dire need of a rear tire. Heading back to the RV, I decided that it would be a good day to guard the beaches again so we dressed the part, packed the goodies and headed to North Topsail again. I just love crossing the bridge over the Intercoastal Waterway and viewing the thousands of islands teeming with life and looking so inviting. We’re planning to take the kayak out soon. Yes, water is intimidating to me due to the trache. I know if I fall in I’m doomed but life is here to live and I can’t allow fear to be a deterrent. I’ll let you know when and how that turns out. Three hours in the hot sun was just about enough for me. Heading back we stopped at the DDT Outlet because Robin just loves to window shop for cheese. Sure enough she purchased a new parrot which has adorned the wall on her side of the bedroom while I was happy with a jar of pecan pie filling as I was bound and determined to make one successfully. Back at the rig it was time for dinner and chicken over homemade biscuits. I had wisely put the chicken in the crock pot prior to heading for the beach. While eating dinner I had the pie in the convection oven. Now this invention is a modern day marvel, however, it takes some practice. Example…..a pie in a regular oven bakes for 90 minutes at 300 degrees. In the convection a mere 25 minutes at 225 will be more than sufficient. The only problem here is that pastries, sweets, and goodies take such a short time to make that one finds baking done quite frequently now. Perhaps that’s where those love handles snuck in on me without provocation. Tomorrow, there shall be no baking. Walking, weights, bicycling will be the focus of the day. Promises, promises. Ha!