Sat Dec 13

Yesterday was our Tyndall day: we drove out to Tyndall AFB to pick up Linda's new eyeglasses at the optical shop. Hers are more costly, maybe it's the frames, IDK, but with my insurance coverage and the plain frames I like, my eyeglasses with the complicated prescription are $10 at TAFB or several hundred $ at the eye center, and the prescription hasn't changed the last five or more years, so I just go out to Tyndall and get a new pair every January.

My good news this week was that the eye surgeon said the issue with the lower eyelid in my right eye does not warrant surgery after all, which left me euphoric enough that Linda had to stop me from going by Cramer's and picking out a new machine. 

They no longer sell Buicks, so my current favorite is that new GMC Terrapin, which they corrected to the same body style as the Chevy Equinox with better vision all around. 

The other news was that the brush biopsy I expected of the oral surgeon was an excision instead, day before yeaterday, and still bloody hell. 

But he said no eating restrictions, so returning from Tyndall yesterday we stopped by Gene's Oyster Bar in Millville to check out their new room with tables, plus after all these years and decades, with the new, larger facility, they're finally taking credit cards, it's no longer necessary to be accompanied by a Brinks Armored Car. I had two dozen raw half-shell oysters, a dozen Florida oysters and a dozen Alabama oysters: the Alabama oysters were a little bigger and the salinity was higher. I like my cold ones the bigger and saltier the better, nomesane?

Linda got their specialty, the fried mullet basket, which includes two whole mullet - - four fillets and two backbones witht the crispy munchable tail, and shared.

Leaving, we took a box of fried mullet, oysters and shrimp for a quick stop by my oldest dear friend's house. Both growing up on Massaline Bayou, we go back, it's now, what? 83 or 84 years and classmates, Cove School class of 1949. 

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Our POD for this Saturday is that Kristen is coming by at nine o'clock and driving us to Apalachicola so Linda can have a Holiday Season shopping visit to her favorite shop there and, depending on crowdedness, we'll have lunch at either Up the Creek or The Station. Our favorite area restaurant there is Blue Parrot on St George Island, but that involves a minimum of two hours including the drive over and back to Apalach, so not this Time, maybe another trip in the Spring, God willing and ...

Time to quit with the nonsense and get ready to ride.

RSF&PTL

T90