Putt Putt: A Summer Must

DEra Imaginary FRiends,

Patsie Hits Hole in Two; Still Not Tigress Woods

There is a universal law of summer beach vacations: You must play Putt Putt at least once.

See above. Slavish rule follower that I am, I succumbed to a delightful game of Putt Putt with the fam, at Shell-We-Go, in Rehoboth. What is to like about it are the shade trees and the water features, refreshing compared to most Putt Putt deserts. Shells were everywhere, as well as tropical plantings, and tiki huts. Me likee.

What did me likee the best? Hitting a hole in one. 

I am a total spazz, a non athlete in every sense, yet playing Putt Putt affords me the random chance of looking good, when I accidentally hit a hole in one. Soothes me! It is my inner nerd's ego salve.

Your Imaginary Friend,

Patsie

Rehoboth Boardwalk

Ay, carumba!

Patsie and the fam take Parker to the Rehoboth, Delaware, boardwalk. 

Rehoboth is the beach town adjacent to Lewes, but it is directly on the Atlantic Ocean, with more people, more restaurants, and a lively boardwalk, pulsing with saltwater taffy vendors, greasy pizza, and ice cream stands.As you can tell by his expression, Parker is unsure how he feels about the teeming humanity streaming past him on the boardwalk. Dunes and sand, sure, but what about all these people playing Whack-A-Mole at Funland? Are they nuts, or what?

Amusement parks are a mixed bag, but I personally love playing Whack-A-Mole. It reminds me of my pesky cruitters around my home. And a great way to end that problem.

We have squirrels who love nothing better than to eat the jalapeno/habanero pepper-laced safflower seeds that we left out for our friendly cardinals. The squirrels were last seen sitting in the bird feeder, enjoying the peppery dinner, full throttle.

Must be Cajun squirrels.

I give up.

Your Imaginary Friend,

Patsie