The weather forecast for the day was "a perfect beach day," they said on the early morning news. After the Pres woke up, I asked if he wanted to head to the beach. After hearing his, "No thanks," I made my sandwich, grabbed some fruit and bottled water and placed them in my small cooler. Strategically placing the cooler, the towel, the smaller camera and my wallet in my back pack, I ran downstairs to get the sunscreen. "Hon, put this on my back before I leave." Setting the GPS, off I went.
Lying back in the beach chair and adjusting my visor, I thought, "Wow! I've gone all morning and not thought about blood pressure numbers, heart rates, PT/INR, sodium, dates of doctor's visits, test results or the Pres."
As selfish as it may sound, it was wonderful!
Not only was the beach perfect, the things leading up to it added to the factual freedom.
When I pulled into the entrance to the park and saw the surrounding trees, I honestly thought I was in the wrong place.
Yet, once I parked the car and began following the small winding trail, I saw wetlands and marshes and knew I was headed in the right direction.
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