Morty Loves Stella

Walker and I had a lovely Valentine's Day.  We were driving back from St. Petersburg, Florida where we had spent the week on the beach with his sister and her husband.  It was just what the doctor ordered. I've been feeling really really tired lately.  Sitting on the balcony of the condo just watching the water and the people walking on the beach was very therapeutic. People watching has always been one of my favorite spectator sports.

Beach people are so much fun to watch.  The wind was really whipping when out trudged "Morty".  Poor Morty was carrying a cooler, a huge beach umbrella, two short-legged folding chairs and himself. He had a job ahead of him!  Poor Morty struggled for thirty minutes to get that umbrella stood up in that sand.  It kept blowing away and he kept chasing it down the beach until, bless his heart, he gave up.  He decided to lay the opened umbrella on its side.  He secured it with the cooler.  There! He had a wind shield. He set up the two chairs and weighted one down with all kinds of assorted beach stuff.  Then he set up his chair and carefully held on to it while he very gingerly turned his three hundred pounds around and lowered himself down into the chair. He did it!  Yea!  I wanted to holler, "Way to go, Morty!" from the balcony.  Then I saw "Stella" approaching Morty from behind. She wasn't carrying anything... Will she approve of Morty's engineering?  Will she complain that he didn't do it right?  I was so relieved!  Little fat Stella hugged big fat Morty.  He cleared off her chair, she maneuvered into it.  He opened the cooler, took out a beer, poured it into a cup and gave it to her.  She kissed him....  I was about to cry.  This is why all the Yankees retire in Florida, because life is good where the sun is warm...