Wednesday, December 8, 2010

FTJ, Entry 37: Freezing in the Keys...brrrrr!

Sorry to report that 1. Beau and I have been sick with a hellish cold/respiratory infection, and 2. the arctic blast has reached as far as the southernmost city in the United States. We came here to get away from the cold, and we are now experiencing days in the high 50s/low 60s, nights in the 40s!  I know, I know, I should not complain, but temps in the 50s? ...really? Jeesh.

We did enjoy the few days of warmth here in the beginning. We walked for hours in downtown Key West and then headed to the Historic Seaport area, toward our favorite bar, Schooner Wharf. We could not believe that Michael McCloud, a singer we really enjoyed when we last visited six or seven years ago, is still performing. We have a number of his CDs. Love his music.

And of course, when we walked in, he was singing the World War II song that always makes Beau (and of course me) cry. I tried to load a video of the song, but for some reason it just would not work!

It is great fun hanging out down at the docks at the Schooner Wharf Bar, where the people are friendly and lively (in other words, drunk) and dogs are welcome. (McCloud has a song called Schooner Wharf Bar Dog, where he says he wants to come back as one.)  It's a noisy, yet very laid back place with live music most of the day and night -- reminding us a bit of Foxy's in the BVIs.

You can see that Buddy enjoyed it, too. The waitress even brought him two strips of bacon and a bowl of water.

Buddy in his carry bag atop the table at Schooner Wharf Bar.

Here are some shots of our walk through other parts of Key West on Sunday:

A beautiful section of Key West called the Truman Annex.
I had not realized Harry Truman loved Key West so much.

Beau at Sloppy Joe's, made famous by "Papa" Hemingway.

A dramatic statue in front of the museum.

Key West's idea of Xmas decor??

You may (or may not) have noticed I am getting lax about my hair. Who cares?! I'm retired.


Buddy goes everywhere with us, of course, including the restaurant on Duval where we had brunch. That's him in the black bag, as usual.


On Sunday, there was a Pirate Festival, so of course we had to check it out. But first Beau took a tour of a 1934 Coast Guard cutter that was on convoy escort duty in the North Atlantic during WWII. Can you imagine this small craft in the 20-30 foot waves up there? He said the quarters were tiny and would have made mere mortals very claustrophobic. But as we all know, the Greatest Generation were not mere mortals.

Ye olde WWII ship...

...next to ye olde pirate ship.

Ye olde pirate -- with his pet rats. Surprisingly, they were very cute. But we kept Buddy away from them. Yorkies were bred as ratters!

Ye olde pirate band.

The Pirate Festival was actually a bit of a bust, but entertaining nonetheless.

Nothing much to report for Monday, primarily because we were under the weather and had no energy to do anything. Tuesday, which was freaking cold once again, was spent cleaning. (I am not thrilled about having to do housework again after all the years of a cleaning service, I can tell you.)

We did get some sun today, although the weather is still very chilly. Beau spent most of the day cleaning and waxing Harvey the Mar-V RV, while I did...not much.  I made sure Buddy's eyes were protected from the sun, though, while we relaxed at the dock.

Doesn't he look like Jack Nicholson?


What a cool canine

Here's hoping the cold snap fizzles soon!

Tanks, Panky

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