Rolled through those old Georgia cotton fields yesterday and landed safely in New Port Ritchey, Florida, home of Wendy's dad, Fred. It's just a tad north and inland of Tampa. We're stopping here for a few days in order to cook a bird for Fred for the American glutton-fest known as Thanksgiving. It's all good, I guess. It's going to be in the mid-80's (F) for the next few days so the Astral Nomads are happy to bask in the Florida sun. New Port Ritchey is a bit of an nominal enigma because it is not a port and there's no Old Port Ritchey.
Lotta construction going down on I-75. Cue the
Van purred like a kitten for the third consecutive day.
(My paranoia is beginning to dissipate)
This is Fred's mean old cat, Isis. Otis is hunkered down
on the lanai but I don't think any deep friendship is
going to develop between these two. Otis has never even
seen a cat before and I don't think Isis is a good introduction
to the species for him. I think Otis might be able to take her
(he's used to punching out our daughter's bulldogs) but I
really don't want to see any fur flying. It could get ugly.
This is Fred's carport (with the Eurovan nestled behind his
Camry. Nice to be hunkered in a relaxing place for a few days.
-Astral Nomads (usual credits).