the redneck riviera

The last ten days or so have been…trying. It’s been a blur of doctor’s visits and trips to the pharmacy, and I’m going to spare you all of the boring details except to say, the highlight was scratching/tearing my cornea. Whee! The experience itself was painful and horrible, but a gallant eye doctor, who’d never met me, agreed to see me on a Saturday (because, after all, he was having his hair cut across the street,and it would really be no bother) and then gave me his home phone number, just in case. That was such a warm, fuzzy, small-town feeling, people, I half expected to see Atticus Finch ambling down the street. You know, out of my good eye.

Thankfully, epithelial eye tissue heals pretty rapidly and I didn’t have to miss the Unofficial Company Outing Sunday afternoon on the Redneck Riviera (that’s what Mike J so sensitively called our party boat excursion, and I suppose if you take into account the keg and number of white bread products on board our vessel, it’s a pretty fair description). I did have to wear a ridiculously big floppy hat and stay out of the sun for the most part, but damn if I didn’t eat grilled hot dogs and barbecue potato chips like a rock star. A Redneck Riviera rockstar.

Redneck Riviera

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