Take a Break

I have two close friends, and they both live 1,200 miles away. I have other friends, but none of them have gotten to know the deepest me, like those two. And, they stuck around anyway.

A week ago, one of them came from Chicago to visit me here in Florida. I’m taking a break (<-No pun intended) from the series about my husband’s broken feet. This post is a light-hearted look at some photos from my friend’s visit.

Do you remember the historic theater I blogged about at Christmas time?

Check out the hole in the stage on the left. It’s where the organ comes up for silent movies.

I had always wanted to go on a tour of the place, so my friend and I went together. The theater opened in 1926, and all of the furniture is original (except for the theater seats which were replaced in the ’70’s).

Above is the lobby to the upstairs balcony. Check out the lighting, the furniture and the ceiling.

Above is against the wall in the upstairs lobby.

Above is the lounge in the upstairs ladies room.

There was a brief mention of ghostly inhabitants, but our tour guide was a skeptic. I would’ve loved to learn more about them. Makes for great writing material.

They described how the organ (below) worked for the silent movies. It has large pipes behind the walls, and they work in stereo. The instrument also has sound effects for particular parts of the movies such as doorbells and train whistles, etc.

That same day, in the evening, we took the below photo of us two princesses. Behind us is a our palace with a moat. 😉

In case I never mentioned my height before, I’m the short princess.

They had a festival downtown called Night of Lights. It was actually kind of a dance party with music in the park, and what a pleasant evening.

The next day we went to a tiki bar restaurant.

I have mentioned before that January, February and March are the only 3 things I like about living in Florida. Well, it was February, and the weather was fabulous!

Not more than 24 hours after the taking of the above reflection photograph, a boat flew out of that body of water behind us and crashed through the building into that window.

Not only did we have a wonderful visit, but we were fortunate not to be hit by a boat!

Come back Wednesday for the continuation of the Tale about Feet.