I was scared my children and I were running low on iodine and would sink into delayed development or thyroid problems, since I use only sea salt or other coarse salt with no additives, so we had to take a small trip south and east to eat copious amounts of crab, shrimp, and flounder. Getting iodine is tricky so we also had to haul a pile of extra trace nutrient carrying shrimp and crab home.
Obviously, this Portuguese-Man-of-War needed a bit of iodine, too. Truly, we couldn't decide if the Portuguese-Man-of War was trying to eat the crab or the other way around. They both got washed ashore in the attempt and the crab did escape, even though the stings of a Portuguese-Man-of-War can paralyze.
Aren't they pretty. My crazy man-cub attempted to return every viable polyp to the gulf.
The tide and surf was just too strong that day. Since a good number were getting washed ashore, I was scared to let him go too far into the water.
In addition to getting my monthly allotment of iodine, I got my putt-putt golf fix. Did I ever mention that I am the queen of miniature golf. I don't mean to say that I am ready to go on the professional circuit, but. . . .
I am a little obsessed. I began my obsession when I was about seven. We played on vacation and I was mesmerized by the miniature nature of the course, the bridges, windmills, water hazards, and other brightly colored, fanciful traps. We returned to the hotel, fell asleep, and then I left the hotel room and started down the stairs when my mother came to the door and asked where I was going. I said, "I'm going to play putt-putt golf." To my knowledge I've never done that again, but I try to play as much putt-putt golf as I can to keep those somnambulistic tendencies to a minimum.
We played the Tiki gods course, featuring bright purple astro-turf greens on Friday. The Tiki gods won. I didn't get even one hole in one. I birdied a few holes, but that inclined hole with the raised cup laughed at my whole crew. We like this course, even though it doesn't have a waterfall, a tunnel, or a boat, because they play Buffet, allow pirates a hundred years too late, feature live oak shade, welcome hippies, and charge only $5 for all you can play.
We came home a little earlier than expected. We got cold. Even the pelicans have taken refuge on the porch.
Of course, this one has already gotten his iodine allotment for the day.