elfs | Monday in Jacksonville

Caught up with Omaha's mother and went to breakfast. The girls have now eaten at that all-American greasy spoon, a Waffle House. The waffles were fluffy but uninteresting, the eggs were eggs, the coffee was so-so. I haven't had a decent cup of coffee in Florida that I haven't made myself.

I taught Kouryou-chan what a syllogism is.

Omaha's mother drives like a Floridian. "Rude, Fast, and proud of it."

We spent the day at the beach again. Kouryou-chan took a few steps into the water and then screamed. "My foot, my foot!" She started crying as I hauled her out onto the beach and took a look. She'd been hit by a jellyfish. Fortunately we were only a block from a major first-aid station, and we hauled her there.

A very (very!) hunky life-guard in a tight-fitting teenytiny red speedo (oh, my, I do believe I almost got the vapors) directed us to another, less hunky but oh-my-lords blonde cutie-with-scruff EMT who looked over Kouryou-chan's foot and pronounced she would live. He sprayed her with a product called JellySquish (basically, concentrated lidocane), which you can no longer buy "but any lidocane burn stuff is good enough." He told us that jellyfish venom breaks down very rapidly in the presence of heat and acid, so pouring the warmest water you can stand, and hot vinegar presses, will make the pain go away fastest.

Had dinner at a restaurant called the Lime & Leaf. Sorta snooty Thai place, lots of salt in their food, but definitely delicious Thai by any standard. I am under the impression that my family's tastes are distinctly "exotic" to Omaha's mother, what with Thai and Indian and so forth as staples.

We were pleased to leave the kids with Omaha's mother for the night. She wanted to get to know them better, and that gave Omaha and I an evening to sleep quietly.