We're hanging out with Thomas Edison who long ago built his winter home just down the street from us.
On the Edison porch, looking over at the guest house.
I can't imagine why Edison spent so much time in his lab when he had a porch like this with a view of the Caloosahatchee.
It's difficult to see in this photo, but those are actual Edison light bulbs in the chandelier in the living room. 
Heading down the road, but we'll be back later.
We're at the farmers' market, which is a couple blocks from our place. See those beets? I took some home but haven't worked any culinary magic with them - yet. This is more fun than shopping in the supermarket, and you can buy everything from fresh fish to citrus trees. You have to get to know the vendors........one booth had lemons with California stickers on them. In Florida.
Walking home with the goody bags. Gotta get one of those eco-friendly shopping bags. Too much plastic.
It's happy hour all day - every day - at this restaurant, and we are happy.
The fish and chips aren't as good here as the ones anywhere in NZ, but the mussels aren't too bad, mate.
And what's a celebration without giant crab claws?
Welcome to South West Florida.
There's a new yacht on the river, headed for our marina.
Who could she be? Ah, it's Hooter Patrol IV.
You know how those guys at Hooters love big................boats.
http://www.luxist.com/2009/01/13/rent-the-hooter-patrol-iv-for-super-bowl-week/
The moon was setting this morning as I was waking.
Then the moon was rising again before the sun had set.
Ah, there it is......the event we look forward to every evening.
The sun is down............the moon is up. 
Still early in the new year, and still upside down in the river. I am not sure how this boat wound up in such a position, but I have discovered that it takes a couple divers in wet suits, several airbags, and a powerful pump to set things to rights again.
After several ups and downs, the lady (are all boats still women now that hurricanes can be either gender?) finally rolls over on her side.
She's still riding low in the water, but the pumps are working hard. Curious byboaters circle the proceedings, probably thankful to have avoided such a predicament. The "better you than me" rationale.
Now she's just listing a bit - still aided by the airbags and tied to the channel marker.
Finally she's off across the river to her home port............not under her own power, of course, but we all need a little help sometimes.
How humiliating to begin the new year flat on your face, while someone tries to drag you home by the nose, like some disobedient dog. Oh, not so unusual, you say.
Wouldn't you know............a crowd always gathers when you're not at your best. 
The first sunset of the new year.................................
and you're left alone in the dark with the tow boat. 
