So we finally managed to connect to the motel wireless in Cocoa Beach. It turned out that we just needed to sit outside by the picnic tables so that we were closer to the base station—too many brick walls in the way, otherwise.
Mind you, it’s not that we were jittery without a fix or anything like that. It’s just that … well there was some online business we each had to attend to.
So we sat there at the picnic tables clicking on our keyboards while the waves crashed on the other side of the dunes and the cool breeze of evening settled in and patches of blue peeked thru the uncertain clouds.
It didn’t take long.
When we were done, we walked back across the green lawn under the palm trees to put the computers back in our room and grab our chairs and go down to the beach and sit and read and wiggle our toes in the sand and watch the patches of blue sky come and go and marvel at the cruise ships dipping below the horizon and the Black Skimmers with their orange beaks flying by, scooping at the shallow water.
We walked back to our room planning to do those things. And we passed a woman sitting ourside her room with a laptop on her lap.
Trudy walked up to her and whispered, “I’m so glad we’re not the only ones.”
The woman looked up at us, and her eyes widened, and she held up her hands.
“I’ve got work to do!” she said.
Well, at least we weren’t doing work.
The waves crashed on the other side of the dunes. A cool evening breeze blew. And patches of blue peeked thru the clouds. We dropped off our laptops in our motel room and headed down to the beach.