Drifting into Island Time

It doesn't take a remote island in the far Caribbean to slip into island time. Any island will do. (Except Manhattan, but it's a special case). In fact, it doesn't even take an island to slip into island time.

My lovely wife and I were supposed to meet with my daughter and her friends for ice-cream early in the afternoon. Then their lunch was pushed back and our ice-cream date did too. No problems. We were all set to meet up with them, but then some other stuff happened.

This time it was my lovely wife and I who slipped into island time. Our neighbor decided to wrangle the water snake hanging around his truck. That provided some entertainment -and a very angry snake. Finally, he got it loaded up in a bucket and hauled it to another part of the campground.

Of course, we started talking, and talking and talking. It's pretty common for long term campers to share information about different campgrounds. It's fun to hear about interesting places we've yet to go to. We also had the pleasure of sharing information they could use. By the time we got done talking, my lovely wife and I were the late ones.

Eventually, we all met up and had a great time. To make up for our late start, we hung together much later in the day. It's all good. There's always tomorrow.

-Sixbears