On the day after the zoo, we took Grandpop on errands, took a boat trip, and drove to the Ocean Grill in Vero Beach to have dinner and watch the final space shuttle launch. After a week of blue skies, alas, clouds interrupted our view. The anticipation was great, nonetheless, worthy of a Samuel Beckett play.
Crispin took the waiting and not knowing if we had missed the launch or not in his own idiom by climbing up and down a fence. Grandpop was worried a snake was hiding in the tall grasses. Crispin was less worried; with Valentine's money from his Grandmom, he had bought a pretend snake at the zoo. On the day before, Wednesday, Grandpop took us to the golf club for dinner--it was wonderfully sentimental. The service was terrible, and Grandpop wondered why we had come and kept commenting upon it. I remembered many visits in years past when Grandma Edna also complained about the service. When we dropped Grandpop off from that Wednesday dinner, I thought Crispin had dropped his toy snake outside Pelican Gardens. It turned out to be a real snake.
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