Once the road veered inland, there was a long stretch of two-lane highway with a solid yellow line down the middle, and I was following a black SUV that was dawdling along at 50 mph in a 55. We were the only two cars on the road. When I finally came to a spot where I could safely pass, I pulled into the left lane and punched the gas. As I pulled back into my lane in front of the SUV, i.looked into the rear view mirror and was dismayed to see flashing lights. The speed limit had dropped to 45, and the SUV was a police car. I was lucky, he gave me only an informal warning, not a written one. I think he realized he was going too slow.
With traffic delays in Tampa, I arrived at the airport minutes before my husband's plane arrived.
We met his sister and her boyfriend for dinner at the Rumba, it was good.
The next morning, she was working, so I ventured out to look for yarn stores. The closest was in Largo, several miles away. We drove along busy highway interchanges and on access roads as we made our way past strip malls, auto dealerships, pawn shops, fast food, and car washes. When we got to the neighborhood with the yarn shop, though, the vibe was more relaxed. The outside of the store reflected the name of the store, Creativity.
I found buttons at a great price, and I bought some locally-dyed yarn that claimed Clearwater, Florida and Ohio as the source.
With some time to kill, we visited a bike store close to my sister-in-law's house.
Had dinner at Guppy's on the Beach. It was great.
I'll add photos to this post when I get to a place with a computer...
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