Another day at the "home", as Al calls these retirement communities. We had breakfast, and then Chris went for a walk while I sat in the living room downstairs and read the paper. My ankle and foot are still swelling, so I sat with my feet up on a little settee. When he got back we went up to our apartment, and after giving Chris his eye drop, I read a while, until it was time to go to lunch. We went to the lunch, and while we were there Karen called, but didn't talk, said she would call us after lunch. We went back to the apartment, and Karen soon called and asked us if we would like to go for a ride down to the beach. Of course we said yes, and went downstairs, I mean by elevator, and met her at the door. She drove down to Tamarack Beach, and we sat there in the first handicapped space, and watched the waves. There was a sign saying Danger, no Swimming. The waves were huge, and there was an undertow, and there were only three surfers in the water. They tried to ride the waves, but they had a bad time, sometimes being thrown in the air, and sometimes just covered with the waves. They were brave souls, to be in there at all, the waves were much taller than they were. After a while Karen told us there was trouble at the new house, a pond not working right, and the man she had hired to take care of the yard wasn't doing it. Terry had come back from there, and had reported this, and the yard man had talked to her on the phone, and she told us she would fire him when she goes up there and hire someone else. When we got back to the apartment, Kaye called. She also sent an email of the new sofa and recliner she and Kyle bought for the new house. She is thrilled with the house, and can't wait to move in.