Sunday

 Yesterday, New Year’s Day, we headed 150 miles south to the Valley.  (That’s the southernmost section of Texas; the Rio Grande Valley.  Perfectly flat coastal plain north of the Rio Grande, but for some reason, it’s called The Valley.)  We’re at Sandpipers Resort outside Edinburg. http://maps.google.com/maps/ms?ie=UTF8&hl=en&msa=0&msid=205131835882428706345.000478e4c3b957768b192&ll=28.690588,-97.261963&spn=5.395592,14.029541&z=7 It’ll be a little warmer here and doesn’t require as many clothes.  

What a party!

 New Year’s Eve.  Five couples.  A shrimp fry.  A few drinks.  6pm.  We’re going strong.  7pm.  We’re thinking maybe we’ll celebrate the New Year on Eastern Time.  8pm.  We’re wondering in which time zone it’s already the New Year.  8:05.  We realize we’re not going to make it to 9:00.  8:10.  We reach a consensus decision and declare 8:15 to be the start of the new year.  8:15.  We blow the noisemakers, yell “Happy New Year”, do a group hug, and everyone goes home. Happy New Year!  

Dolphins

Remember hearing of all those pictures I’ve taken of what it looks like just before or just after a dolphin leaps out of the bow wake of a big ship? Hard to get the timing of the shutter snap just right.

Finally

I got one.