Today we saw 2 egrets, a multiplicity of lizards and, according to the sign we had just finished reading at the botanical garden, a so-called "harmless" black snack (shudder). Also, saw banyon trees, sun-burned people and the Waffle House, but which we know for sure we are in the real South.
We are missing Daddy J. On the phone he says he is feeling better - fever's gone! hurrah! - and tomorow after church and before bowling (if E gets his way) OR the beach party where everyone brings drums and dances (if Juniper gets her way) we are going (shhh, dont tell him if you see him as we want it to be a surprise) beachcombing for the very biggest shark tooth we can find to bring home. It's a bummer to be stuck in rainy Portland when your family is enjoying a tropical vacation, but I think a shark tooth is probably a better consolation prize than the tshirt I did not buy him at the Houston airport during our layover: "NASA: Failure is NOT an option!"
More later. In the meantime, hang loose or whatever it is us beach bums say.