So teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom. Psalm 90:12

It rained last night. There was water on the balcony railing. And it was cloudy when I awoke. I made coffee for Dave and me — MaryLou had gone to the clubhouse for a better internet connection.

I was a little after nine when Dave and I went out for a quick round of golf. We first stopped at the course office to pay for another month’s membership. It was almost ‘coolish’ and we even had a few sprinkles of rain — not enough to get wet, but enough that we had the first nine holes to ourselves and made great time. We had planned to only golf nine holes, but because it had taken us 1.5 hours to golf nine holes we decided to continue on the back nine.

We caught up with some other (older, slower) golfers on the 10th hole, and so we skipped holes 13 and 14 and finished before 12:30. Dave had a birdie on the par 3 Hole 17 (probably our least favourite hole). I found enough balls in the water hazard on hole 18 to compensate for the balls I’d lost today. And the weather had been great for golfing — only a few raindrops and the rest of the day was cloudy and comfortable.

After golf we picked up MaryLou and walked out past the front gate, to the little cafe in the almost totally empty strip mall at the corner where our driveway meets the highway. The lady in the shop brought us her little handmade menus and Dave and i ordered cappuccinos. The shop owner took quite a long time to make us our food: a croissant with ham and cheese for MaryLou and me, and a baguette sandwich for Dave. But the coffees were great and the sandwiches okay.

We had dinner reservations for tonight at the La Pigua seafood restaurant in Merida, where we planned to celebrate Kaaren’s birthday. On our walk back from the lunch deli cafe we stopped at the mini-super and MaryLou bought a small cake and candles to take to the restaurant tonight.

Back at the house I continued reading my book for a while. Then I actually had a little nap. I set the timer to wake me up at 4:30. I showered and went downstairs for happy hour. Soon it was time for us to make our way back to the front gate to pick up MaryLou’s cake and catch an Uber to the restaurant.

MaryLou had made reservations for us — but that probably won’t have been necessary. There were hardly any other diners in the restaurant. Our table decided to order a variety of seafood dishes and we’d share them all. So we sampled octopus, shrimp, scallops, crab, and fish. All good.

Then the waiter brought out the birthday cake with a big sparkler candle on it. That candle was more like a small fireworks display than a candle. The waiters opened the big glass doors to let the smoke out after the fireworks died down!

We Ubered back home. The air was cool and clean as we walked back to the apartment. Dave settled into his spot on the couch and continued watching “Better Call Saul” on Netflix. Marylou went upstairs to see if she could find tickets online for a symphony concert on Saturday. I wrote my journal and then went to sleep. I’ve got an early morning golf game scheduled for tomorrow.