The day that OCD let me down

Today, after a nice canoe trip through Ft. DeSoto’s mangrove trails and the ensuing hour playing on the beach, I told Shawn that I would pack up half of our stuff and make the first trip back to the car.

After loading various fishing rods and beach chairs into the trunk, and at about the point that the lock clicked securely shut closed, I realized that I had just locked the keys in the car.

It is hard to describe the feeling that one gets when this happens—I think it is one of those things that if you’ve done it, you know—but at once my body filled with adrenaline, my instinctual bad mouth said “SHIT!”, and my philosophical side thought, The keys are in there. They are not in there.

One if by land, two if by sea

Today I was talking with Reilly about Christmas Eve, and educating her on how it would all go down. I explained to her that she would go to bed, Santa would come down the chimney and leave her lots of presents, and then fly away in his sleigh to the next house.

She wasted no time in correcting me:

"No daddy, Santa doesn't come in a sleigh. He comes in a sailboat."

I couldn't disagree with her. A few weeks earlier, we had attended the St. Petersburg boat parade, in which each boat was decked out in lights, bows, and a jolly old Santa.

I'm telling you, the kid doesn't miss a thing.

Sunburn Fest 2007

This weekend Shawn, Reilly and I met some friends at the local Snowfest 2007. There was no snow, but there was "Ice Skating."*

As our friend Georgina said, "Guys, it's just like Central Park!"

*Ice Skating was made possible by a number of white plastic boards that had been made slick by the application of oil.