Just as it has for so much of this winter, yesterday the weather put a crimp in our plans. Again.
Several years ago when we were in Florida, we went to the big Webster Flea Market, which is held every Monday, and Miss Terry really enjoyed browsing all of the vendors, and searching for bargains on everything from kitchenware to produce. I even drooled over a couple of old guns while we were there. Ever since, Terry has wanted to go back, which is the big reason we came to Bushnell.
So yesterday morning she drug me out of bed way too early in the morning, so we could make it to the flea market before all of the good deals were scooped up. We learned in our previous visits that many of the vendors start closing up by noon.
It had rained off and on several times during the night, and when we left the Sumter Oaks campground, it was sprinkling lightly. It is only a few miles to Webster, but the closer we got, the harder it was raining. By the time we got to the flea market it was coming down pretty steadily, and we could see that a lot of vendors were already packing up. The place was still packed with shoppers, most of them walking by tables full of merchandise covered by tarps, or sellers in the process of closing down.
Terry said she felt like it was going to be a bust, and while I told her I’d be glad to stop if she wanted to, she said no, it looked like it was a waste of time. I could tell she was disappointed, but that has been the norm this winter, no matter what we set out to do.
We drove into Bushnell, stopped at the post office to pick up some mail we had sent to General Delivery, and then stopped at WalMart for some things Terry needed. By the time we got to the store, it was raining hard and the wind was really blowing. We were glad we hadn’t stopped at the flea market, with the way the weather had deteriorated so quickly.
Back at the motorhome, we spent some time going through our mail, while the rain came down in buckets outside. A little after noon, it was so dark and dreary that it looked like it was after 5 p.m. I told Terry that at least our hard shell kayaks on the roof of the Explorer were finally getting wet, even if it wasn’t the way we had planned.
Finally, about 3 p.m. the rain let up, and we started to see blue sky as the storm moved on to the east. About 4:30 we realized that we were really hungry. The other day I had asked Al Hesselbart about a restaurant chain named Beef ‘o’ Brady’s that has several locations in this area, and Al told us that he was a fan. He recommended their Black & Bleu Burger, which is a delicious burger seared with blackening spices, topped with melted bleu cheese crumbles, crispy onion rings, lettuce and tomato. Except for the onion rings and foliage, that sounded pretty good, so we drove back into Bushnell for dinner. One bite and I was hooked! We’re talking about a fantastic burger, probably the best I’ve ever eaten. I used to think Fuddruckers made the the best burgers anywhere, but not anymore. I’m now a confirmed Beef ‘o’ Brady’s fan.
Even though it had stopped raining, between the dreary day and getting up so early, I couldn’t keep my eyes open when we got back home. So while Miss Terry answered some e-mails, I stretched out on the couch for a nap.
We spent another quiet evening, watching TV, cruising the internet, and Miss Terry got her mandatory foot rub. Hey, I have to earn my keep some way!
Thought For The Day – I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people who annoy me.