A Fourth of July Escape

With memories of Memorial Day fresh in my mind, a Fourth of July Escape seemed more than plausible. It was truly needed. As nice as the throngs of campers are, I had no desire to inch my way through a sea of kids and dogs every time Scully heard nature calling. Although it can be quite interesting, all those beer-induced lapses in trailer parking, boat landing and fishing expertise.
So here we are in Delightful Deland, watching the new nursery fall into shape and catching up with the comings and goings of central Florida like a drive by shooting a couple of blocks away. We live in a good part of town so this is totally bizarre. Otherwise, all is stiflingly calm. No news is supposedly good news. Cookout and fireworks are on for tonight. Hopefully they won't land on a neighbor's house this year. Then tomorrow, we'll be getting ready to return to the panhandle where I am missing the beach. Just wish everyone were there with us.