Buffets And Beaches

 Posted by at 12:09 am  Nick's Blog
Jul 032019

I had an appointment at the VA Medical Center in Daytona Beach yesterday afternoon to go over my labs with my VA primary care doctor. If you read the blog regularly, you may recall I did the same thing with my civilian primary care last Friday. It’s redundancy, but as I explained then, even though now that I’m on Medicare I use a civilian doctor, the VA advised me to come in at least twice a year for checkups to maintain my status on their roles. That way, if I were to have a catastrophic illness that exceeded my Medicare supplemental insurance, I would have the VA to fall back on. And just like with my civilian doctor on Friday, everything looks very good.

When we were done at the VA, we went to a couple of antique shops to kill some time, but didn’t find anything that begged to come home with us. Oh well, we tried.

About 5 o’clock we went to Hibachi Grill & Supreme Buffet for dinner, and as always, the selection was huge and everything was delicious. This place is top-notch and they keep everything fresh and hot. It’s a good thing it’s not right here in our neighborhood or I would probably eat there every day.

It was another hot day, and on the way home we decided to drive down to the beach in New Smyrna Beach. You are actually allowed to drive on the beach here in Volusia County, Florida, although only during the daytime, and you have to be off the beach by a certain time of the evening. They also close the beach to vehicular traffic when the tide is too high. By the time we got there both were in effect, so we parked at one of the city parking lots and sat and watched the ocean for a while.

Even though you can drive on the beach here, there are rules and you must follow them. The driver and passenger windows have to be down in the front of the vehicle, your radio must be turned off, you have to have your lights on, and the speed limit is 10 miles per hour. If you don’t obey the rules, you can get a ticket, just like you can on any street.

I love beach towns, and this is one of my favorites. There’s just something about the vibe of a beach town that I enjoy. Watching a group of teenagers walking down the beach having fun, I told Miss Terry that I wondered what it would be like to grow up in a beach town.

Even though it was in the upper 90s, there’s always a nice breeze coming off of the ocean that makes it tolerable. One of these days we are going to get ourselves one of those easy-up shade things and take our lawn chairs down to the beach and just spend the whole day there, reading our Kindles and soaking in the salt sea air.

But that won’t be in the next couple of days because between the busy holiday and the high temps, we are going to hunker down here at home for the next few days. Terry has to finish proofing my new book and I have to make the changes to it when she’s done. And I have reason to believe that there’s still some of her delicious cheesecake left. It would be a shame to let that go to waste, wouldn’t it?

Thought For The Day – I sent that Ancestry site some information about my family tree. They sent back a packet of seeds and suggested I start over.

Nick Russell

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  3 Responses to “Buffets And Beaches”

  1. If her cooking is as good as I think, the cheesecake will still go to “waist”.

  2. Love the thought for the day. I have my trees up on ancestry.com and so do other people. But so many of them just take info from other trees and use it NOT checking if it is correct. On some of my lines they even have the wrong parents for ancestors. And I have even put up the proof they are wrong. SIGH!!!!!!!

  3. There is something about the vibe of a beach town…

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