Fort Lauderdale, August 2006

After July

August 1-6, 2006

Tuesday, August 1, 2006 (Pre-Journal)

Jessica, near the Hua Hin polo field:


Tuesday, August 1, 2006

On Sunday night we took our friends, Jon and Ta, to dinner at Trina. They were celebrating the acquisition of their new BMW. It is a very nice machine and it sports a navigation system that is much superior to that found in the Mercedes (*).


For dinner I passed on my normal fish entree and tried the lamb chops: WOW ... they were great. I am sorry that I did not take a picture (as you mutter "who cares ... I only come here for the beach scenes").


(*) I still think that the after-marketers like Magellan and Garmin make far better navigation devices. Though not built-in they obviously have better graphics and I think they offer more features than what the in-car systems give you.


Wednesday, August 2, 2006

My son, David, has been living in Brazil for the past few years. Today he e-mailed me photographs of his new house along with some pictures of its architectural neighbors. It seems that we male Ericksons prefer living outside of America. The females, however, are clustered in the far northwest ... not far from Canada.

Hi Dad,

Here's some pictures of the building. I put them into a zip folder which I think you will have to copy to your computer to open. The outside is still ugly, but will be nice. There are two entrances, one through my office, the other through the kitchen, which will be for guests. Once I sell my apartment or land I will begin construction on the roof and add an owner's suite and a rooftop garden/BBQ area.

The little bar is on the corner across from me and the large white and brown building is just accross the street.

Hugs,
David


Thursday, August 3, 2006

After moving into his new house David is now confronted with the problem of selling his condominium in Fortaleza. Anyone want to move to Brazil? He is asking only $55,000 for the place. Maybe he should sponsor a banner ad for today's blog. As he is my son I'll give him a discount.


Friday, August 4, 2006

A visit to the local candy shop proves tempting.


Saturday, August 5, 2006

Last night Watcharee made her signature "bowl rice" soup. But I promise you something more interesting tonight; like going out to eat.


PS: Tonight we had an early dinner at a restaurant where Ta (*) works. It's called Sushi-Thai Cafe and it is located on Atlantic Boulevard in Pompano Beach ... very close to where Atlantic Boulevard meets beach road A1A. The other pictured waitress is named Dang. The sushi bar is on the east side of the restaurant. We were sitting on the west side of the restaurant at a table that was under the benevolent gaze of the golden Buddha.


Though Watcharee stuck to traditional Thai dishes I went for the sushi plate along with the string carrot salad and the miso soup.


Watcharee had dessert. I did not.

Dear Reader, did I live up to my morning promise? Was tonight more interesting than last night's home cooked meal?

No! Well, how about this bird picture ... with another one in the background.


(*) Remember Ta? She and Jon (a fellow Norwegian) had dinner with us the other night at Trina.


Sunday, August 6, 2006

The Athenee Residence as of July 29:


As of yesterday, August 5th:


PS: Watcharee has always been plagued with motion sickness whether it be flying in an aircraft over the Himalayas, bouncing like a cork on the Gulf of Finland, or riding in a car on a winding road in Bhutan.

I was skeptical when I saw an ad in the Sharper Image catalog for a motion sickness prophylactic that claimed to prevent nausea by administering mild electric shocks to the wrist.


It worked!

Coming home from the Sharper Image store I took a jerky circuitous route that at other times would have witnessed groping for an air sickness bag. Nothing. It was as if the car was parked at a stop light as far as Watcharee was concerned.


PPS: For readers who couldn't care less about this here are two snaps of the same beach girl.

Next: Part II

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