April 12th

We've been busy this week and haven't kept up with posting our blog, so have to delve into our memory banks and try to remember what all we did. Oh yeah, the 12th was the day Sheila's brother Paul came to see us. We were so glad he was able to take time off to join us in Florida for a few days. Paul is a great guy and a lot of fun to be with. He's also a great brother-in-law.

When Paul got here, we took him to Sanibel Island. Of course, we got stuck in a traffic jam that would make travelers on Interstate 93 in Massachusetts feel right at home. Barely got lost on the way, but finally found the road onto the island. Had to pay a $6.00 toll to get across the bridge onto the island, so figured we would take $6.00 worth of sea shells home with us. The sand where we stopped was almost pure white and we all found a few shells to take home to our granddaughters. Beautiful beaches and the water was beautiful shades of blue - So different from the ocean colors back home in New England. Also managed to look around the island for a while and Sheila managed to stop in a couple of shops to pick up tee shirts and some shells in a shell shop.

As we were leaving the island, I asked Paul if Sanibel Island was the high point of his day. Being the politician that he is, he replied, "It was nice, but the high point of my day was seeing you pay $6.00 to get over the damn bridge!" K