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Carol Perkins: Three women and Guy

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By Carol Perkins

Three women and Guy. What a brave soul. We booked a week in a condo near Pensacola. My friends, Connie and Mona, and I couldn't wait for time together in the sun after the pandemic shut us out, and Guy looked forward to walking on the beach and sitting on the balcony. What we didn't anticipate was five days of thunderstorms and downpours. A half a day and one full day of clouds was the extent of our beach time.

I should have known the wind wasn't beneath us when I arranged the flight. Not realizing the distance between Panama City and Pensacola, I booked us flying into Panama City, which meant a three-hour drive ahead of us. The Pensacola airport was much closer. Guy didn't complain when we arrived at midnight. We dashed like kids to the balcony to hear the tide roll in and out. The following day the beach was lined with red flags.


The only day Connie and I were able to sit under an umbrella, wrapped in a beach towel to endure the freezing wind off the water, we people watched. As a mother with two little girls made her way through the sand with the father pulling a cart loaded with chairs, toys, an umbrella, and a cooler, I thought when we took our kids to the beach and Guy did the same thing. Back then, we didn't have rolling carts or beach wagons. That father was a little cranky when his wife started asking if he brought this and that. Within an hour, the smallest one whined until they left, leaving their stuff spread out on the beach. At five o'clock, when our beach chair time ended, all their gear was still there.

The indoor pool at the condo was overflowing with kids, so my feet never touched the water. How did we pass the time? Playing dominoes, reading, watching TV, telling tales and eating at recommended seafood restaurants. We even made it to Lambert's, home of the "thowed rolls." All was not lost, however, because we were away from our pandemic routine. I had almost forgotten how isolated I had become.


Carol's most recent book, based on a true story, The Case of the Missing Ring, is available through Amazon, both paperback and ebook. You can contact her at carolperkins06@gmail.com.


This story was posted on 2021-04-22 17:01:40
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